Saint Bad Boy Read Free Page A

added.
    “I don’t disagree with Steve, but hey, if that’s what you want to do, and that’s what you’re passionate about, then more power to you,” added Jake.
    “Umm...thanks?” I said.
    Well that was nice. I guess the consensus was that I was hot, but the feeling of euphoria of finding out you are desirable was offset by the fact that everyone thinks becoming a nun is a ridiculous concept.
    Tad came back from the kitchen with a couple of margaritas in his hands. He gave one to Gloria and one to me. I didn’t feel too buzzed, I felt perfectly capable of drinking another margarita and snatched the drink from Tad’s hand, with confidence.
    “What did I miss,” Tad asked.
    “Jess is going to be a nun,” Chrissy slurred.
    “Holy Shit, really?” Tad said loudly. “You, a nun? You’re going to single-handedly cure the Catholic church’s pedo problem.”
    “Tad!” Jake reprimanded.
    “What? I mean...look at her,” Tad said, pointing at me.
    “This is something I always wanted to do. I know it’s hard for people to understand--”
    “Sweetie, if you want to be a nun that is between you and God and your vagina,” Chrissy said, as she stumbled, almost falling into the pool. Brandon managed to catch her by the arm.
    The party, surprisingly, continued into the wee hours of the night without the police knocking on the door telling everyone to go home. The music was still pumping loud and clear throughout the neighborhood. Gloria mentioned to me that Chrissy’s dad was a well respected corporate lawyer and at least half the block were his clients, which was a possible explanation why they tolerated the loud music from the party.
    I was getting comfortable in my own skin as the night continued. I was on my fourth margarita when I started touching Jake on the shoulder and arm as we talked about everything from our physics teacher, Mr. Jackson, and how he smelled like ginger snaps every morning to talking about our families and how similar their dynamics were to one another. It was safe to say that we were bonding somewhat. I didn’t mind touching his arms as we talked. They were solid as a rock, and I could feel his biceps protruding every time he lifted his arm as he expressed himself in conversation. Jake had the perfect body and he knew it.
    Chrissy was extremely drunk and out of her mind. She abruptly suggested a change of pace by asking, “Who wants to go to my parents’ kick-ass hot tub upstairs?”
    Steve, unsurprisingly, chimed in first, “Oh boy! I’m game.”
    “Sure, sounds fun,” added Jake.
    “I don’t have my swimsuit, can I borrow one of yours?” Gloria asked Chrissy.
    “Fuck swimsuits! Plus, I don’t have any extras. Can you guys fit in size 38 swim trunks? My dad’s a fat ass,” responded Chrissy.
    I whispered to Gloria who was standing next to me, “Is she suggesting we go in naked?”
    “I don’t think so,” Gloria responded, conspicuously. “Bra and underwear is fine,” Gloria said out loud.
    “Booo!” yelled Steve. “I’m going in in my birthday suit, screw you guys.”
    “Steve, shut up,” said Jake.
    I let out a deep sigh. Even though I was buzzed, I still had a semblance of common sense. Despite my inebriated state, I was still focused and wasn’t going to get out of control any time soon. I was having fun so I didn’t put up any resistance, but I wasn’t going to go buck wild. Just good-natured chatter with Jake in the hot tub.
    “Should we wake up Tad?” asked Brandon, who pointed at Tad, who was snoring on the bench next to the diving board.
    “Nah, I don’t want his chubby mess in the jacuzzi,” said Chrissy.
    “That’s not nice,” I said, responding quickly to Chrissy’s drunken insult.
    “Now, now girls...let’s all relax and have a good time. Tad is resting. He’s had a rough night making margaritas for all the people at the party tonight. Let him be,” said Jake.
    Chrissy playfully stuck her tongue out at me and led us all into the house.