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her
name?
    “ You don’t remember calling
me that, do you?”
    Frowning, I shook my head. “I never called
you that.”
    Nick grinned. “Anyway, girls around here
really want a piece of Dragon. I don’t blame them. I’m on a winning
streak. Problem is I’m bored of easy pussy and that’s all they’re
offering. I don’t want to tell them that though. Why hurt their
feelings when they’re trying to be nice to me? Instead, I tell them
about my townie girlfriend named Betsy.”
    “ Wait, so…
    After giving a head nod to someone he
recognized, Nick downed his soda, started in with the appetizers,
and drank his beer. I wanted to ask about his fake girlfriend, but
he ignored me until the food arrived. Suddenly, Nick looked at me
and smiled.
    “ Are you waxed?” Nick
asked.
    “ Excuse me?”
    “ Is your pussy waxed?” he
asked, digging into the pork nachos.
    “ What does that
matter?”
    “ Just curious.”
    Hands in fists, I wanted to storm out. Or
throw my drink at him. Maybe pull my gun and make him piss himself.
Mostly, I needed to punish him for making me feel like shit.
    I didn’t do any of those things though
because I had waited too long for him to pay attention to me. Deep
inside I was disappointed Nick wasn’t the guy I imagined. His nice
guy persona was a lie. Or maybe he had been nice, but bitches like
me made him harder. Meaner too.
    “ I’m not waxed,” I
whispered, ready to cry. “You’re not like I thought you’d
be.”
    Even without crying, I hid my face in my
hands. I felt like a fool to have spent so long idealizing this
guy.
    Nick said nothing as he sat
next to me. Glancing up, I wanted to be pissed and say he was shit.
Except I’d made him feel like a loser a year earlier. Was this my punishment?
    “ Why now?” he asked,
wrapping an arm around my shoulders and reaching for a fry. “Is it
really because I smelled like bacon?”
    With Nick sitting against me and the feel of
his arm around my shoulders, I really wished he wasn’t a jackass
loser.
    “ I thought you were nice
and I want a nice guy.”
    “ Nice, huh?” he said,
popping an onion ring into his mouth. “Why do you want someone
nice?”
    “ I want you.”
    “ Why?”
    “ I don’t know. Why do you
want me?” I asked, remembering my new boobs.
    Nick finished chewing his food then cleared
his throat. “You’re beautiful and I’m shallow.”
    “ Well, you’re hot so that’s
why I like you.”
    “ You like watching me
fight?”
    My cocky smile faded. “No. I like when the
other guys fight, but not you.”
    “ Why?”
    “ I don’t like seeing you
bleed.”
    Nick’s face was unreadable then he lowered
his lips to mine and this time I took advantage of the kiss. I
wanted him so much even if he was an asshole. Before I could get
too comfortable with the spicy taste of him, Nick pulled away his
lips.
    “ Does it really matter if
I’m waxed?” I asked when he returned to eating.
    Nick shook his head. “I just wanted to mess
with you.”
    “ Why?”
    “ To see if you’d freak out
and leave.”
    “ No offense, but what the
fuck?”
    Nick gave me a side glance then grinned. “I
told you. I’m a hot commodity, but I don’t want a groupie. You’re
the hottest chick in town and now you’re into me. I wanted to know
if it was a passing thing. Like if I pissed you off, would you run
off to the next guy?”
    “ So the waxed thing was a
test?” I asked, irritated, yet relieved.
    “ I like you Bailey and I
don’t give a shit if you’re waxed. I do care if you’re going to
toss me aside after showing me off to your stupid
friends.”
    “ My friends aren’t stupid,”
I growled without thinking. “I’ll kick your ass for saying
otherwise.”
    “ Those dippy chicks you
hang around with at school are stupid.”
    “ Fine, but they’re not my
friends. They’re my groupies. Winnie, Raven, Tawny, and Lark are my
friends. Farah and Maddy are my family. Talk shit about them and
I’ll cut you.”
    Nick