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across his face like so much of Becky’s
lipstick.
    Now I remembered where I’d
seen him before.
    Jessica always kept her
boyfriends away from me, hiding them away from the whole family, but that smirk
was unmistakable. This was the asshole… I’d only seen him from a distance when
he’d dropped Jess off, and I knew the two of them had something of a rocky
relationship—to put it lightly. Every few months, Jessica would come home from
a date she’d had with this guy upset and angry, though I’d never honestly asked
her why. Figured it was just teenaged bullshit.
    “Looks like someone had
some fun,” I said, provoking a blush and an almost shameful look from Becky as
she rushed out of the bedroom. I chuckled as I watched her lock herself away in
the bathroom to clean herself up. She seemed to be having a good time.
    At
least one of us is ,
I thought, turning my gaze back to the room.
    Michael was getting
congratulated and patted on the back by all of his friends, all of whom stared
up at him with puppy-dog-like admiration. The dynamic between them all made me
frown as I watched Michael soak up all their praise. Something about him didn’t
sit too well with me.
    Michael was very well-dressed,
surprisingly put-together for someone who was only just moments ago getting
some very intimate treatment from a pretty girl. The fact that he wasn’t as disheveled as Becky had me put
off. Men who were that concerned about their looks always had me on edge, like
they were hiding something behind that perfectly coiffed hair and smart outfit.
    The more I watched Michael
and his little nerd posse, the less I actually liked him. Every single one of
them fit a certain mold, but Michael didn’t belong here. He was almost as fit
as I was, and it was clear he came from money. It left a bad taste in my mouth,
watching him lord over his followers.
    “Spill it, Mike!” one of
them said, their nasally voice resonating in the most grating way possible.
“Did she put out?”
    “Did she ever,” Michael
laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I had that bitch sucking my
cock like the slut she is.”
    I frowned, my fists
clenched as I continued listening to Michael go on about how he had Becky
begging.
    “She whined like a bitch in
heat,” he said, that cocky grin still plastered on his face.
    If only I’d had something
close enough to throw, I’d have hit that smarmy little shit right in the eye. I
thought I was doing both of them a favor, but clearly this little prick was
just in it for a little fun and bragging rights. I’d always liked Becky—she was
a good friend to Jess, and always did her best to get her out of trouble. I’d
even started to consider her a part of the family, like a distant cousin who
just won’t leave your house. She needed a chance to let loose, but hearing this
jackass talking about her like that started to get my blood boiling.
    It took every ounce of my
willpower not to march up to that prick and punch him right in his smug little
face, but I had to stay cool. One slip-up and my full ride to Yale might just
go down the drain before the first check could be cut. Going to college meant
everything to my father, especially heading to Yale, and if I fucked that up
I’d never hear the end of it. I needed to behave.
    “Can you just imagine all
the pussy we’re going to get after we’re in college?” one of Michael’s minions sniveled.
    “You know it,” Michael
laughed, “and when I get to UCLA, I’m going to own that place.”
    All of them laughed
    If
Michael’s going to UCLA, then that means he’s going to be there with Jessica , I thought to myself. If he treats the women who give it up to him
that way, I can only imagine the way he treats the ones who don’t .
    It was no secret that
Jessica had never been laid. I mean, how could someone be that uptight after
getting their needs met? No, Jessica was the exact opposite—she was a ball of
nerves and frustration wrapped up in her pretty