It's my turn to interrupt him.
“Devon I wanna be your girlfriend and this was so fucking perfect. But I feel in a similar way about the others. What happened just now means that you get a second chance, not that I’ve made my choice.”
I feel terrible about saying this right now but I don't feel guilty about my feelings.
Before we made a mess of our relationship because too many things were left unsaid.
I don't intend to make the same mistake again, so at the risk of losing him, I need to be completely honest about my feelings.
“I’m not doing this to punish you, Devon. And I know that it sounds crazy but my feelings for the others don't diminish what I feel for you.”
I whisper that I hope that he isn't mad but that right now I have no idea how I’m ever gonna choose.
He doesn't say anything, he just kisses me again to reassure me that right now this isn't a deal breaker but the look in his eyes tells me clearly that he has every intention to fight to be the last man standing.
19.
A Perfect Match
Tyler
I STOP MY CAR IN FRONT of Macy’s driveway and when she offers me her lips to kiss, I keep our contact brief and shallow on purpose.
I had sex with her at the party: we found an empty bedroom and she let me do pretty much everything I wanted to her.
So did Margaux the few times I hooked up with her.
As Macy walks to her front door and I put the car back into drive, my phone pings with a text message.
Rachel: My parents are away this weekend, I’ll drop you a pin to my address if you don't wanna spend the night in a lonely hotel room.
I smirk at the offer and consider my options.
Rachel had cornered me earlier when I was leaving the bathroom at the party and she told me clearly that Margaux and Macy both sucked at blowjobs and that she was the undisputed favourite among the BHPA football team when it came to get head.
I think about it for a second but I’m feeling really tired.
All this travelling here every weekend is draining me and my dad pressuring me to make a decision if I think that I could move here and attend Aylesbury stresses me the fuck out.
If he’d asked me to move and change school during my senior year two months ago, I would've said no.
But after my girlfriend dumped me for a college guy, I thought it’d be fun to go through my rebound in LA.
Fresh meat, so to speak.
And I seriously hope that the girls at Aylesbury are as easy as the BHPA cheerleaders!
At first I was disappointed that Aubrey had a boyfriend but now ...
Not that I’ve ever relied on my dad to find me girls, and at the beginning I was sure his future boss’s daughter would be super ugly if she accepted to show one of her father’s business contacts son around.
Then I saw Aubrey's photos on social, media and I thought damn!
Obviously that fucking hottie had a boyfriend and I didn't mind having fun with her girlfriends.
And I didn't really mind getting to know her better as a friend because despite being hot as fuck, Aubrey's also really funny, smart, and kind.
But then I started noticing things: the first time I met her, she was out as Landon's date and I was told that they left the party together. The following week, she was out with Teague and the week after with Knox.
I saw her kissing them both and I noticed the way both guys touch her: they definitely fucked her.
There's a certain possessiveness in how you touch a woman when you've been inside of her.
Regardless of feelings, it's kinda hard to explain but any guy will understand: it's like you conquered that land, that's your fucking territory.
Margaux told me that Aubrey was also fucking their QB1, Devon and sure enough, I saw them leaving one of the upstairs bathrooms together earlier on.
He was holding her hand and again, the way he touched her and he leaned in when he spoke to her and the post-fuck glow on her face told me that Margaux was right.
So now I can't stop thinking about her: if she's fucking four football players, that means that she isn't exclusive with any of them and maybe I have a chance to at least hookup with her.
I'm the quarterback at my school, so if rich football players is what she likes to fuck, I perfectly fit the bill.
The problem is that her ‘boyfriends’ are always around and her girlfriends won't leave me alone, so I need an excuse to be alone with her.
And I'm offered the perfect opportunity when my dad informs me that on Sunday night the Richmonds invited us to a family dinner at their Beverly Hills mansion.
If Aubrey isn't exclusive with any of her guys, I’m pretty sure that she won't have a date with her and since she doesn't live with her parents, I can offer to give her a ride to and from dinner.
That’ll be the perfect chance for some one on one time and if things go my way, I might have something better to occupy my time with than her slutty friends.
Sure, she's seeing four other guys, so that's slutty in itself but I like that she's smart and interesting: someone you actually wanna hang with after fucking.
Knox
IT'S SATURDAY AFTERNOON and we have fucking football practice!
Coach Benson’s really going over the top this year but rumour has it that like a lot of us on the team are hoping to be scouted by a college with a great team, he's being observed by UCLA and obviously winning the second state championship in a row would really boost his prospects.
So I shake my hangover off and text Aubrey to ask her out to dinner later as I drive to the training field.
I'm delighted that she says yes: she's been trying to share her time among us equally but I’ve gotta be honest, while I don't necessarily hate the others, I know that I’ve fallen for Aubrey and the idea that when she chooses, it might not be me, makes me feel sick to my stomach.
And I admit that while I don't feel that Landon and Teague are a particularly serious threat, Devon is a completely different story.
I know that he screwed up with her in every possible way but I see the way she looks at him and I have no doubt that she still has feelings for him.
For once I didn't care about my aversion to my teammates dating my sister, Devon would’ve been out of the picture once and for all if he became Margaux's boyfriend.
But things didn't work out that way, Devon was never interested in Margaux and I gotta give it to him that he didn't even touch her and he tried to let her down as gently as possible, so I can't really be mad at him.
I just wanna punch him in the dick when I think that he was Aubrey's first: both because I'm jealous and because he absolutely messed up with her and it’s only because Aubrey has a huge heart that he’s getting a second chance after how he's been treating her since school started.
This fucking situation sucks: I’m in love with Aubrey and there's nothing I can do to make her choose me but be with her and hope that her feelings for me are stronger than what she has with the others.
After all, I can see why she's having a hard time choosing: regardless of the fact that I think I’m the one that can make her the happiest, Teague, Landon, and even Devon are really good guys deep down and I have no doubt that if she chose one of them, they’d do right by her.
I’m plagued by these thoughts the whole time at the gym and it's a relief that today it's mostly conditioning, so I can do my repetitions and let my thoughts wander where they may.
When we get released and ordered to be back here tomorrow morning for a run and for an extra training session tomorrow afternoon, I don't waste my time complaining at coach for expecting us to train on a Sunday but get into the shower so I can go pick my girl up and take her to our favourite Mexican restaurant by the beach.
When I get to my locker to change into a nice button down shirt and a pair of black jeans, the others are all sitting there looking displeased.
I know they must've been hungover too, but that isn't the only rea
son for their sour expressions.
We all look tired, coach is really wearing us off and I’m sure that they must've called Aubrey to ask her out and discovered that they were too late.
Teague looks at me pointedly and shakes his blonde head.
“Can we make a fucking roster of some kind? I really wanted to take Aubrey to the movies tonight and I was told that she's going out with your ugly ass.”
I smirk at him.
“I'm the only one who hasn't seen her alone this week, so it's only fair. And quit whining like a little bitch, Teague! You sound like my fucking sister.”
Landon chuckles at my exasperated tone and I snap at him to cut it out.
“Seriously, dude! Last night she got wasted and I had to take her home before she made some really questionable choices.”
Devon's interest seems piqued by the mention of Margaux's name.
“What kind of choices?”
I shake my head, annoyed by his nosiness.
“What's it to you? You're part of the fucking problem anyway. First you rejected her and then that fucking Tyler guy decided to move on and hook up with Macy. Last night she was so upset that she got shit faced and thankfully I got to her on time, before she locked herself in a room with Tripp, Curtis, and Justin. People already say horrible shit about her, can you imagine if she hooked up with those three? They aren't even fucking remotely decent guys. They've been passing around photos of shit they've been doing with Rachel. I don't want my sister to get caught up in that shit.”
Landon seems sympathetic.
“Yeah, dude. I don't blame you: I’ve seen some of those photos. And there's a video going around too. Apparently Rachel has been trying to blow the whole team. I know for a fact that she did all the defence team a few weeks ago. She's fucking proud of it too.”
Devon shrugs.
“Honestly though, those girls do that stuff because they want to. And dude, I’m sorry to tell you but your sister isn't much better. She's just been smarter not to let the guys catch anything on film. And I wish she got it in her head that I'm not interested. She keeps begging me to hook up with her. Even last night—”
He really rubs me the wrong way.
“Shut the fuck up, Devon! Sure, I know Margaux isn't a saint but she's still my sister. She was really upset last night and you weren't the one who had to dry her tears and hold her hair back while she threw up for twenty minutes.”
The guys look at me in an uncomfortable silence and Teague is the first one to talk.
“Sorry, dude. You know I hate slut shaming. After all who are we to talk? You and I have been fucking more girls than Margaux has guys. The thing is that your sister has a real mean streak. Last night she cornered me and told me that Aubrey is a slut and asked me if I knew that she's fucking you and Landon behind my back and that she was upstairs in the bathroom with Devon for a long time.”
Landon chimes in.
“Yeah, can you say something to her? I don't want people at school to say mean stuff about Aubrey. It's already bad enough that Devon and Teague yelled at her in front of the whole team when they thought that she'd fucked with our drinks. I don't want her to start saying that she's fucking all of us. After all, it isn't just fucking, right?”
That's something we can all agree with.
We all know that we’re serious about Aubrey and none of us is looking for just a hookup.
“Right. Dude, you’ve known my sister since kindergarten. You know how she gets when she doesn't get her way. I already told her to mind her own business.”
Teague looks deep in thought and after considering my words for a second, he says that the situation will improve when Aubrey makes a choice.
“At that point she’ll have only one boyfriend and no one will talk.”
There's silence among us and this time Devon shakes his head.
“Well, as of last night she hadn't made up her mind. We had sex and I told her that I love her. And she said that despite feeling the same, she had the same feelings for all of you assholes and she had no idea how she’d ever choose.”
Teague smirks.
“Maybe you didn't fuck her well enough. After all we know you completely missed your mark the first time ...”
Devon snaps at him.
“Judging by the way I made her moan and scream last night, I put things right. And you're one to talk! You fucked her too. And so did Knox. So if anything, either we all sucked or—”
I interrupt him.
“So she’s had sex with all of us?”
Landon shakes his head.
“We’ve done ... stuff. But we haven't gone all the way yet.”
We’re all surprised.
“Why not?”
Landon shrugs.
“I told her that if I made love to her and then she chose one of you, I’d be too devastated and that I’m willing to wait until she's sure.”
Devon doesn't take it well.
“You, motherfucker! Is this your shitty tactic? You don't sleep with her to make her choose you?”
“No, dude! I just—”
We all look at each other, each of us at a loss on how to get out of this uncomfortable situation.
Landon continues.
“I wasn't trying to make her choose me by holding out on her. If anything I almost don't want her to choose because right now, even if we have to share, I know that my heart isn't broken. If it was entirely up to me, I’d rather stay his way than lose Aubrey.”
Teague sounds indignant.
“What the fuck, dude? You’d rather share?”
“Think about it. Like that, none of us will have a broken heart. Would it be so terrible if we all dated her? After all her sister was dating the whole A-Team.”
Devon shakes his head.
“I wasn't here last year but I’ve heard. It’d never work between us. We can't even decide who gets to see her without almost coming to blows. Those guys were best friends. They did everything together.”
Landon insists.
“But we're teammates. We can learn to get along for her sake.”
I put in my two cents.
“Yeah. It would be good not to be dumped for one of you. But I don't know if we could ever share her. For something like that to work, we need trust among us. And we don't have that. Devon fucking thought that I fucked with your drinks to get his QB1 spot and get a better chance with Aubrey.”
Devon reacts.
“I didn't think that. Actually your sister suggested it. And that made me think that you could've been working together.”
I shake my head: I need to have a heart to heart with Margaux when we’re both sober and she isn't bawling her eyes out about some douche not liking her enough to ask her on a third date.
I understand that she feels threatened by my feelings for Aubrey but I wish she accepted that nothing will ever change my love for my sister and tried becoming friends with my girlfriend, rather than spreading lies to split us up.
But going back to the topic at hand, I observe my teammates and rivals to Aubrey's heart and I wonder if we could ever develop a relationship among us that would allow us to coexist as her boyfriends.
Aubrey
THE DOORBELL RINGS and I get my purse and keys and check that I have my phone with me too.
The guys weren't too happy with the arrangement that Tyler will be my ride to this dinner at my parents’ house, but I tried to explain that we're both under pressure to be ‘friends’ and showing up together would definitely appease our parents.
I open the door and Tyler’s standing there in a tailored navy blue blazer and a pale blue shirt.
He isn't wearing a tie and his dark blue jeans make his outfit look classy and informal at the same time.
His black hair skims his jaw and he has a very light stubble making him look more grown up than normal.
“You look stunning.”
He compliments me and I can't help but feel my cheeks heat up under his perusal.
I opted for a blue silk top with spaghetti straps embellished with same tone crystals and a simple white pencil skirt with a golden zipper on the back.
Blue heels and a matching purse complete my look.
Tyler follows me to the passenger side of his Tesla and closes the car door once I get in.
The conversation is casual during the short ride to my parents and I’m grateful that he didn't turn out to be a complete douche or hanging out with him would've been a real chore.
We’re the last ones to arrive and one of the maids ushers us to the poolside dining area at the back of the house where our parents are enjoying a glass of champagne.
Tyler's dad is the first one to shake my hand.
Jason Cohen is a tall, elegant man with an athletic physique and prematurely silver grey hair that somehow give him a sexy George Clooney look rather than making him look older than his mid-forties age range.
Tyler’s mom is a statuesque brunette with vibrant hazel eyes, and an exotic accent.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs Cohen.”
“Oh, call me Giselle. And let's toast to my son’s gorgeous new girlfriend!”
She grabs two flutes of champagne from a silver tray and offers one each to me and Tyler.
I take the glass and my mind is going into overdrive: do I tell her first that I'm underage and my daddy doesn't allow us to drink alcohol in front of him until we're twenty one, or do I address the fact that she called me Tyler's girlfriend and that's definitely not the case?
I open my mouth to say something but Tyler interjects and comes to stand next to me, putting a warning hand to the small of my back.
“My mom's French, Aubrey. And in France people drink champagne way before they're twenty one. In Europe eighteen is old enough to drink legally anyway and my parents don't mind me enjoying a drink or two. Is that ok, Mrs Richmond?”
He looks at my mom and she smiles indulgently.
“I guess we can make an exception tonight, since we're celebrating your father signing a contract with RGS.”
Daddy raises his glass and proposes a toast:
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