Never His Girl: Dark High School Bully Romance (Kings of Cypress Pointe Book 2)

WEST

Never played the part of a wallflower at a party before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Lucky me has a ringside seat of Sterling’s perverted ass grinding his dick all over some chick, passing it off as dancing. If I’m not a damn uncle by the end of this song, we’re living in a parallel universe.

I turn away when the girl spins toward him and practically eats his face with a sloppy, drunk kiss. He’s had more to drink than he should’ve, but that’s on Dane. He volunteered to keep an eye on Sterling while I keep an eye on the time.

There’s something I need to do in exactly thirty minutes.

While Dane is missing in action, Joss has basically been glued to my side the entire party, scrolling through her phone every other minute. That is, when she’s not frowning at The Sterling Show like I am.

I’ve tried not to notice, but she’s been all in the new guy’s DMs tonight. Which is why I’m certain Dane’s picked up on the interest between her and this dude going both ways. Long distance or not. It probably accounts for why my brother’s chosen not to keep eyes on his obsession tonight. My guess? He’s upstairs in a bedroom of this frat house, doing his best to fuck Joss right out of his head.

It won’t work, and I should know. Tried to do the exact same thing when I first realized I felt anything for Southside other than hatred.

“All right. I’m out. If I’m gonna make it back in time, I need to leave now.”

Joss shifts her weight off me so I can stand from the couch that hasn’t been in style since the seventies. She falls against a pillow now that I’m no longer there to lean on.

“Good luck,” she says distractedly, only looking up from her phone for a second. Then, she goes right back to scrolling.

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”

I push my way through the crowd and steal Sterling’s attention for a second.

“Keep an eye on Joss. Dane took off somewhere. Make sure you don’t leave without her.”

He nods and I’m headed toward the door. I nearly make it there, but a body bounces between me and the threshold.

Blonde hair cascades over bare shoulders and, for a second, I mistake the girl for Southside. Doesn’t take longer than a second to realize the mistake, though. For one, she’s smiling up at me, which is a dead giveaway. If she was scowling or punching me in the face, that’d be more like it.

The chick’s wearing a too-small tank top that barely contains her tits, leaving me to guess that she’s somehow missed that winter practically has us by the ass already. Her grin widens and it isn’t lost on me that she’s my type, the kind of girl I usually have on her back and/or knees by the end of the night. A tiny hand reaches up for my shoulder, pulling me lower to match her height.

“You weren’t leaving were you?” she leans in to say, letting her chest brush my bicep when asking.

I glance toward the clock on the wall and nod. “Yeah, I have something to take care of.”

She pouts, real dramatic-like. “You’re one of the players from North Cypress, right?”

I nod again, not surprised she knows. There are groupies who follow our schedules, make sure to be where they think they’ll land in our paths.

“I am.”

“West Golden?” she asks with a smile. “Sometimes I get you, Dane, and Sterling mixed up, but your tatts give you away. Theirs are different.”

Girl’s done her homework.

“I’m Tiffany,” she shares. “I drove up with some of my friends from South Cypress.”

“Nice to meet you, Tiffany, but I really need to get going.”

I’m about to push past her when she says more, stopping me in my tracks.

“So, you’re really gonna let Blue keep making a fool of you?” she asks, bringing my eyes to hers. She opens the front door she once stood in front of, and gestures for me to follow her outside. Curious as to why she just said Southside’s name like she knows her, I take the bait.

We step over a bunch of drunk fucks and stop on the sidewalk.

“I’ve been keeping up with Pandora’s posts, how you’ve been trying to get Blue to forgive you since the video got released,” she explains. “I know people have different theories about what happened, but I think you shared it. Probably because she pissed you off or something. Then, once it was out there, you realized you fucked up, tried to apologize, now she’s holding a grudge.”

I don’t know what to say to that, hearing a mixture of truth blended with misguided assumptions.

“But… you have to know you’re better than that, right? I mean, you could have any girl in this damn state,” Tiffany says with a laugh.

“I don’t know about that,” I answer distractedly, glancing down at my watch. I really need to go.

“Honestly, if she was smart, she’d thank you,” Tiffany reasons. “You did her ass a favor releasing that vid. People at South Cypress mostly thought she was a prude. One of those good girl types.”

My brow quirks.

“Good girl?”

Tiffany nods. “I mean, her family’s a shitshow, but Blue’s always been kind of a snob, giving boys the cold shoulder and shit like that. Only guy I think she’s ever really opened up to besides you is Ruiz.”

“Ruiz? What’s his first name?” I ask quickly, thinking she might’ve just said something useful.

“Ricky. He graduated a couple years ago, but everybody knew she was his girl. You know, until she wasn’t.”

Listening, my jaw is tense for several reasons. For one, hearing about Southside and Ricky together always rubs me the wrong way. But what’s more interesting is finding out she’s somehow managed to keep a good-girl rep. Even with her family being anything but good from what I’ve seen.

“So, what do you say I give you a break from all the public groveling?”

A set of deep blue eyes flash up at me, and I’m no stranger to the look she’s giving. When her hands find my waist, I already know what she’s thinking.

“My friend’s car is right over there, and I have the keys,” she says with a quick tip of her chin. “Let me take your mind off Blue for the night. You know, get you loosened up before tomorrow’s big game?”

Licking her lips, one of her hands leaves my waist and slides to my dick. While I’d like to say the offer isn’t tempting, it appeals more to my ego than any other part of me, but… it doesn’t feel right.

She seems shocked when I take her shoulders and put distance between us, wondering what the hell I’m doing right now. However, I’m ninety-five percent sure I just did the right thing. The other five percent thinks I’m crazy to turn down a sure thing.

“Thanks, but… no,” I say as politely as I can, then turn my back on the mistake I could’ve made tonight.

“You’re too good to beg for any girl’s attention, West,” Tiffany calls out behind me. “I DM’d you. Hit me up if you change your mind. Tonight. Or… whenever.”

Walk it off, dude.

Walk. It. Off.

You’re doing the right thing.

@QweenPandora: Well, well, well… what have we here?

Seems everyone’s fave quarterback isn’t much in the mood for partying. He was spotted leaving the pre-game soireé long before it ended. AND is it possible he’s taking himself out of the dating game, too?

This NewGirl lookalike got left high and dry after a clear play for North Cypress royalty. The pics tell it all, and I think it’s safe to assume KingMidas has had his fill of the opposite sex for a bit. Or perhaps his legs are just tired after chasing his tail, trying to earn NewGirl’s forgiveness.

Just putting it out there, KingMidas. NewGirl might not think you’re worthy, but your effort definitely hasn’t gone unnoticed. There’s now a swarm of fangirls with a hashtag campaign trending on social media who’d LOVE to give you a chance to break their hearts.

Desperate much, ladies?

But… who am I to judge?

*shrug*

Later, Peeps.

—P