Fraternizing with the Enemy

26 // On a Spectrum of Okay Are You Matilda or Macaulay?

     I snorted. "Trust me, there will be no ass getting."

     "Tyler is a way classier guy than that," Savannah chuckled, throwing her magazine across my desk.

     Eva pointedly rolled her eyes at us, pouting. "Sure, sure. Whatever. Deception goes by many names. And I'm sure Savannah will be a good enough bodyguard for Reese when you end up beating him up again."

    "I didn't beat him up!" I insisted for the umpteenth time. "I swear! His black eyes have nothing to do with me!"

    Even Savannah didn't look entirely convinced. "Should I bring some rope in case there's round two?"

   Eva barked out a laugh, suddenly over her temper tantrum, apparently finding my pain a lot more entertaining. "Okay, it's not like you've been constantly planning his death for the past couple months or anything. That would be ridiculous."

     Savannah and Eva had both dissolved into laughter, sparing my dignity no thought, as if it ever had a chance anyway. I glared at them with crossed arms, but there was no heat to it, and I couldn't stop a betraying smirk from cracking on my face.

     "I'm not saying I didn't want to, but that was not my work. Believe me, if it was, I would proudly take credit," I said with a broad grin, rousing another round of laughter.

    There had been rumours circling of how Reese had gotten his battle scars, ranging from knife fights to saving babies in burning buildings (I swear he had something to do with that), but apparently Reese merely gave a coy shrug and mumbled some excuse about skateboarding whenever asked. 

     I played along with it, since I didn't feel like it was my place to tell them what had actually happened to Reese. It felt oddly personal, and I almost felt as if I shouldn't have even seen it happen at all. It was a peek into a part of Reese's world, a part I hadn't consciously invited into. He seemed like he didn't mind that much, but I figured in that moment he was bothered by more pressing matters.

    Like getting punched in the face. Multiple times.

    I was definitely beginning to know a lot more about Reese than I thought I ever would. I didn't even want to begin to think about what that meant. Or the fact that he too knew that I had one too many sex dreams about Ryan Gosling, and whatever else he had read in my diary.

    "I think its home time though, better get lots of sleep for tomorrow night." Savannah stood up, grinning at me with a glint in her eye that told she was a lot more excited for me than for herself.

     Eva groaned again, rolling off the bed and finding herself on her feet. "Rub it in. I'm expecting a full minute-by-minute update on the entire evening, or I'm showing up with Wiggles in tow," she warned, casting us both a threatening and narrowed gaze.  

     I rolled my eyes at her. "Trust me, unless it's me making an ass of myself, I'm sure it won't be too entertaining."

     Honestly, I was hoping for that, at least. Boring was normal and normal was exactly what I wanted. Nothing crazy. No yelling. No one getting hurt. All I wanted was one, regular date night without anyone getting beer-drenched or a black eye, which surprisingly, was basically asking for a miracle.

    Eva and Savannah giggled and then were off, leaving me to marinate in my own thoughts and worries, anxiously peeking at my closet where my lacy dress was hung up. Although Tyler had already seen me in it, wearing dresses was still very out of my league, and I was as nervous as I was excited to put it back on again. I'm sure Savannah would give me a head-to-toe makeover, so at least that was out of my hands.