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thinking. It reminded her of her mom's warning about boys not wanting just
to kiss. Well, this one would have to deal.
Andy's face remained stone cold as he watched from the moment Rose walked through
the door. He noted she was completely clueless that almost all eyes turned to stare...
girls included. And, yes, he also noted that Tyler took the photo-op as a chance to
cop a feel. Rose glided in as absolutely, without a doubt, the classiest, most beautiful
woman in the room.
He wasn't sure how he felt about it; he guessed mostly happy for her. Rose deserved
it. Worried creases formed low on his forehead. The guys weren't looking at just her
face. The creamy, skin of her face made-up to look like she wasn't made-up. Her hair
fell like red silk around her bare shoulders.
Her legs looked long enough to reach her neck. Maybe it was the dress that hugged
her so tight it shouldn't have been allowed. Maybe it was the heels. How the hell
did she know how to walk in those shoes?
Water.
He decided he needed water and walked out to the hallway in search of a fountain.
The current senior basketball center huddled with a group of his buddies. Good. A
diversion. Time reminiscing with an old teammate would do the trick. Until Andy got
closer and heard what he was saying.
"...fuckin' see Rose Piper, man? Fuck me sideways. I could wrap those legs—"
Andy grabbed him by the throat, then shoved him against the nearest wall. His head
hit and bounced.
"Shit, dude. Sorry. I didn't know you two were—"
"We're not and neither are you." He didn't let go and instead looked around at the
other guys, many of whom he remembered. Through a glaze of red, he realized his fingers
were dug into the dude's throat. Releasing quickly, he turned to warn the others.
"That goes for all of you."
A low stream of disgusted murmurs rumbled as they meandered toward the ballroom. "Bros
before hos, man."
Andy couldn't find it in him to care. Not entirely sure how long he stood there, he
got the drink after all while waiting for his hands to stop shaking and trying to
figure out what to do. Until he admitted there was nothing to do.
A former point guard, also in the same take-your-old-high-school-girlfriend-to-prom
rut came as a welcome discovery. They exchanged college stories while Andy watched
Rose from the corner of his eye. Completely out of her element, Rose still beamed
and... flowed. Her dance moves weren't half bad and finally she did take off the shoes.
Rose was right, he thought, he needed to cheer up. Oh, shit, Candi. He looked around.
She wasn't dancing. Assuming she was off pouting, he walked into the hall and found
her wrapped around a blond in a white tux. Ha. How perfect. How truthfully, frigging
perfect. He felt his smile come back. The two of them went at it for a good amount
of time before bothering to see if anyone was watching. Candi looked funny in her
phony oops face. But when the guy turned and Andy saw it was Rose's date, he went back to seeing
red.
Tyler looked to have about six inches on him, but Andy could take him, he knew. Using
one hand, he fisted his pretty white jacket and reared back with the other. Candi
took off faster than she'd moved on Tyler, who pretended to cover his face with one
hand while using his other to throw a sucker punch to Andy's ribs.
Dumb ass little slow shit. He grabbed Tyler's fist before it reached him and squeezed
hard enough to hear a pop. "You have two choices." Andy noticed his hand tremble where
he grasped Tyler's jacket.
Tyler, too, darted his eyes down to the trembling fist. He must have had sense enough
to stand down before he came out with broken fingers.
"You can leave now or I can kick your ass. I could really use option two right about
now." He figured Tyler thought his anger came from the toss with Candi. Andy didn't
care what the hell motivation he thought he had as long as Tyler was far away from
Rose.
"Man,
to kiss. Well, this one would have to deal.
Andy's face remained stone cold as he watched from the moment Rose walked through
the door. He noted she was completely clueless that almost all eyes turned to stare...
girls included. And, yes, he also noted that Tyler took the photo-op as a chance to
cop a feel. Rose glided in as absolutely, without a doubt, the classiest, most beautiful
woman in the room.
He wasn't sure how he felt about it; he guessed mostly happy for her. Rose deserved
it. Worried creases formed low on his forehead. The guys weren't looking at just her
face. The creamy, skin of her face made-up to look like she wasn't made-up. Her hair
fell like red silk around her bare shoulders.
Her legs looked long enough to reach her neck. Maybe it was the dress that hugged
her so tight it shouldn't have been allowed. Maybe it was the heels. How the hell
did she know how to walk in those shoes?
Water.
He decided he needed water and walked out to the hallway in search of a fountain.
The current senior basketball center huddled with a group of his buddies. Good. A
diversion. Time reminiscing with an old teammate would do the trick. Until Andy got
closer and heard what he was saying.
"...fuckin' see Rose Piper, man? Fuck me sideways. I could wrap those legs—"
Andy grabbed him by the throat, then shoved him against the nearest wall. His head
hit and bounced.
"Shit, dude. Sorry. I didn't know you two were—"
"We're not and neither are you." He didn't let go and instead looked around at the
other guys, many of whom he remembered. Through a glaze of red, he realized his fingers
were dug into the dude's throat. Releasing quickly, he turned to warn the others.
"That goes for all of you."
A low stream of disgusted murmurs rumbled as they meandered toward the ballroom. "Bros
before hos, man."
Andy couldn't find it in him to care. Not entirely sure how long he stood there, he
got the drink after all while waiting for his hands to stop shaking and trying to
figure out what to do. Until he admitted there was nothing to do.
A former point guard, also in the same take-your-old-high-school-girlfriend-to-prom
rut came as a welcome discovery. They exchanged college stories while Andy watched
Rose from the corner of his eye. Completely out of her element, Rose still beamed
and... flowed. Her dance moves weren't half bad and finally she did take off the shoes.
Rose was right, he thought, he needed to cheer up. Oh, shit, Candi. He looked around.
She wasn't dancing. Assuming she was off pouting, he walked into the hall and found
her wrapped around a blond in a white tux. Ha. How perfect. How truthfully, frigging
perfect. He felt his smile come back. The two of them went at it for a good amount
of time before bothering to see if anyone was watching. Candi looked funny in her
phony oops face. But when the guy turned and Andy saw it was Rose's date, he went back to seeing
red.
Tyler looked to have about six inches on him, but Andy could take him, he knew. Using
one hand, he fisted his pretty white jacket and reared back with the other. Candi
took off faster than she'd moved on Tyler, who pretended to cover his face with one
hand while using his other to throw a sucker punch to Andy's ribs.
Dumb ass little slow shit. He grabbed Tyler's fist before it reached him and squeezed
hard enough to hear a pop. "You have two choices." Andy noticed his hand tremble where
he grasped Tyler's jacket.
Tyler, too, darted his eyes down to the trembling fist. He must have had sense enough
to stand down before he came out with broken fingers.
"You can leave now or I can kick your ass. I could really use option two right about
now." He figured Tyler thought his anger came from the toss with Candi. Andy didn't
care what the hell motivation he thought he had as long as Tyler was far away from
Rose.
"Man,
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