Chapter 10
"Five thousand dollars?" She spits the words out right along with most of the saliva that's been in her mouth.
"Rebecca." There's no reason to try and veil the disgust in my voice. "You spit all over me."
"You're saying that Fingers and Cassandra's hornball hubby bet five thousand dollars on f*cking you?" She taps her finger on my bed to accentuate each word.
"I'm saying that exactly, yes." I needed to tell someone after I raced out of Nathan's apartment and Rebecca was the lucky recipient of that news since Bryce was nowhere to be found when I got home.
"That's so weird." It's not the response I expected but if you looked at the situation as a whole, it was actually more than weird. It was bizarre.
"It's weirder than weird," I offer, realizing immediately that comments like that weren't about to help me beat the stereotype of the blonde, big breasted bimbo that I've been fighting against for years.
"Fingers made bank when he f*cked you." She laughs until she realizes I'm not joining in on her merriment. "What's got you so worked up?"
"Rebecca." Her name leaves my lips in a rush. "You're not serious? You wouldn’t be pissed if a guy you were dating made a bet on you?"
"First things first, Jess." She stretches her body out so she's lying right next to me. "You two were f*cking back then, not dating."
"True," I acquiesce. She's right about that. We had only f*cked a few times at that point.
"Second, Drew is a scumbag." She shakes her head as if to ward off any Drew germs that may have infected her just from saying his name. "I'm the one who has heard story after story from Cassandra about him. The guy is a waste of skin."
"He still shouldn't have bet on me." I'm getting tired of trying to convince everyone that Drew and Nathan were wrong. "Neither of them should have done it."
"No arguments from me." She pulls her legs under my blanket. "Just think about one thing."
"What?" I ask as I settle in next to her. "Please don’t say anything about Nathan's cock."
She giggles into my hair. "I don't have to. You dream about Fingers and his magical dick every night."
I laugh out loud and realize this is the first time in weeks I'm actually enjoying myself. "What should I think about?"
"Think about how much he's changed since that night when you first met him." She pokes me playfully in the side with her index finger. "He wouldn't have made that bet last week or two weeks ago, Jess. He didn't really know you back when he did. Don't throw him away for one mistake."