One Night (Friends #0.5) Read Free Page B

it back, her eyes flashing as they meet mine and I’m impressed with the amount of black eyeliner she’s piled on around those blue eyes of hers. She kind of looks like a raccoon.
    I’m sure that’s not the look she’s going for.
    We pass by her friend-Olivia-and she gapes at us, her shock apparent as we head for the kitchen.
    “Where are you taking me? To one of the bathrooms?” Emily asks hopefully as she clutches my arm.
    “Em!” The girl’s friend yells at us and Emily whips her head around, glancing over her shoulder. “Come here!” her friend demands.
    The look Em shoots me is cool and calculating. “Just ignore her.”
    “You’re not going to talk to your friend?”
    “She’s just jealous I’m with you. She’s always wanted you.” Em waves a hand, dismissing her.
    Yeah, right. I haven’t crossed her friend’s path since that play we did together in the sixth grade when we were a married couple. Olivia or whatever her name is, is not the kind of girl I go for. Not the kind of girl I have classes with either. Meaning we rarely see each other at school.
    “She’s lusted over you for years,” Em continues, ignoring her friend as she continues to try to gain her attention.
    “Kind of like you have?” I ask her.
    She nudges me with a pointy elbow. “You’re such an arrogant ass!”
    I say nothing. What’s the point in denying it?
    “Please tell me you’re taking me to the bathroom.” Em gives my arm a quick shake, hanging on me. I’ve never seen a girl so eager to be taken to the bathroom before. It’s kind of disturbing. “I’ve been dying to hook up with you for months.”
    “I thought that was your friend’s main goal,” I remind her.
    Em waves a hand, wobbling on her feet. I grip her arm to steady her. She’s drunker than i thought. “Whatever. My goal. Her goal, it’s all the same. She likes you. I like you. Everyone likes you, Tuttle.”
    I’ve heard this before. Yes, I can be an arrogant asshole, but it’s true. Girls want me. They’ve always wanted me and I think it’s because I don’t necessarily want them. I’m not interested. Not in the majority of these girls I go to school with. Oh, I mess around with a few of them when necessary or when I’m bored. But most of the time, I ignore them.
    It drives them bat shit crazy. It’s like that makes them want me even more, when I want nothing to do with them.
    Well. There is one who’s interested me. But we move in different worlds. We’d never work together. And I don’t think she likes me at all.
    Which of course, intrigues me even more.
    “I know what you do with girls in bathrooms at your parties,” Em is saying, giving me a sly smile. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m totally willing. Let’s do this. Come on.”
    I shake my head. “You’re pushy.”
    “I thought guys like it when a girl knows what she wants.”
    Not like this. “Hey, Cannon.” I grab one of the linemen on the football team, stopping him from entering the kitchen. He gives me a look, one that says he’s surprised I’m speaking to him, not that I blame him. I may be the quarterback but we don’t really talk, unless it’s out on the field or in the locker room.
    “What’s up, Tuttle?” he asks warily, his gaze shooting to Em before it returns to me.
    Cannon is a big dude, tall with broad shoulders and a wide chest, a thick neck and a big head, his dark blond hair usually clipped pretty short. He’s threatening as hell out on the field, and he’s a great football player, but I don’t think he’s real smart.
    And I can barely tolerate them when they’re not smart.
    “You know Emily, right?” I let go of her arm, giving her a slight shove toward Cannon.
    “Em,” she corrects, her voice lowering seductively. “I know exactly who you are, Cannon Whitaker.”
    “Oh, yeah?” He puffs up his chest, though how that’s impossible, I’m not sure. The guy is already as intimidating as hell. “Well, I definitely know