Jillian Dodd - Hate Me

“Thanks,” I say. “He did go a little crazy.”

Aiden leans against the kitchen island in the exact spot he was in when I got down on my knees and unleashed the Titan. I tilt my head and look dreamily at him.

He smirks at me, then looks down. I know he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.

I hear his dad say, “This loft is incredible. Aiden told us about its former life as a concert hall.”

The answer to my previous question: no. Aiden clearly never forgets a thing.

Damn that godly brain.

“That’s why I love it. The history and character.”

“And your closet is beautiful, too. Aiden said you have one like it at home?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Ohmigawd, people. Please, no more questions.

But they don’t stop.

Aiden’s dad asks, “Do you have plans for today? Do you want to go do something?”

“We have tickets to see The Nutcracker this afternoon. Do you want to see if I can get a couple more?”

“Oh, no, we should probably get to the airport. I start my testing on Tuesday.”

“I hope that all goes well,” I say. “That must be scary.”

Aiden’s dad looks at the floor, but his mom says, “Better to know the truth so you can deal with it.”

After they leave, Aiden pulls me into a hug. “Sorry for the twenty questions.”

“It's okay. I didn't mind,” I lie.

“I want to spend New Year’s with you. Wherever you are.”

“That would be nice.”

“What would you think of spending the week here? I've always wanted to watch the ball drop in person.”

“That would be amazing. But maybe we can go to a party? One that overlooks the ball dropping, instead of standing outside in the cold.”

“That sounds even better. Dancing all night. You in a sexy little dress. Kissing at midnight.”

“It’s a date,” I tell him. “Can we make some hot chocolate and go upstairs, so I can stare at the tree before we leave? It's so pretty.”

“Perfect. We’ll relax for a while before we have to go. Why don’t I finish cleaning up while you go put your robe back on.”

“You want me back in my robe?”

“Yes, it’s soft and you’ll be naked underneath.”

We see The Nutcracker, have dinner, and then take a late train back to school.

I finish doing the homework I didn’t do all weekend—while Katie tells me all that happened while we were gone—and am just getting ready to go to sleep when my phone buzzes.

Hottie God:  ifly<3

Me:  Are you telling me you’re fly? LOL

Hottie God:  I totally am, but no.  ifly = I fucking love you.

Me:  Oh :) Well, then, ifly too <3

Hottie God:  Leave your window unlocked. I'm not sure I can sleep without you. 

That many times.

7am

Annie comes running into our dorm room laughing while Katie and I are still getting ready. “Look what I got from my naughty Santa! Hold your hand out!”

Katie does as asked. Annie holds up a cute little plastic reindeer, hits a button, and the reindeer poops a chocolate turd into her hand.

“Oh, that’s gross!” Katie yells.

“But it’s chocolate!” Annie counters, which causes Katie to look closer at the reindeer poo and then pop it into her mouth.

“That’s good!” Katie says.

“Did you both sleep in?” Annie asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “I was tired.”

“Did Aiden wear you out?” Annie teases as she plops on my bed. “Tell us what happened.”

“It was more the whole week that wore me out. Dance practices, then the competition. Aiden and I shopped all day Saturday. I got all my Christmas shopping done, though. Speaking of wearing someone out. What did you and Jake do this weekend?”

“Partied a little. We did one night with everyone in Bryce’s room and then Riley took us to Stockton’s on Saturday night. Jake got a little drunk. He was so cute.”

“Cute when he was drunk?”

“He was more like tipsy, I guess. He just said some really sweet things to me.”

“Drunk words equal sober thoughts,” Katie says as she whizzes by us throwing books into her backpack.

“What does that mean?” Annie asks her.

“It means,” Katie replies, “that when you’re drunk you say things that you would be too chicken to say sober. For guys, that’s usually how they feel about you.”

Annie’s eyes light up. “Really? Ohmigosh. That makes it even better.”

“What did he say?” I ask.

She pulls her arms into her chest and hugs herself. “That he’s falling in love with me. And the best part about it is he isn’t just saying it to get in my pants.”

“Because he’s already in them,” Katie laughs.

I finish loading my bag and then sit on the bed next to Annie. “Are you both being careful?”

“We’ve used a condom every time,” Annie says. “I have too many life goals to risk getting pregnant. I also made an appointment with a women’s clinic in town so I can go on the pill.”

“That’s smart.”

Katie is sort of fidgeting. “Katie, what about you?”

“Well, Bryce doesn’t really like to use them, so usually he just pulls out.”

“Katie!” Annie and I both say together, horrified.

Annie continues. “That’s like playing Russian Roulette! Do you want to get pregnant?”

“No! But . . .” Katie starts to say.

“No buts,” Annie snarls. “I’m making you an appointment. We’ll go together.”

“I’m a little worried, actually. The other night he waited too long.”

Annie covers her eyes with her hands. “Katie!”

“Don’t chew me out. It’s not my fault.”

“It will be your fault if you get pregnant. It’s your body and your responsibility to protect yourself. We’re going to the pharmacy after school and buying you condoms. You will tell Bryce no condoms equals no sex. And pray that you’re not already pregnant.”

Katie lowers her head and nods. “Okay.”

I glance at the clock. “We better get to class.”

As I run out the door, I trip over a present lying there, wrapped with a pink bow.

“Open it quick!” Annie and Katie yell. “We want to see what it is!”

I tear open the paper to find a G-string made out of candy.

As we’re rushing to get to our classes, Annie says, “I like your present.”

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

“Does Aiden like candy?” Katie teases.

“Doesn’t everyone like candy?” I reply.

Aiden is waiting for me outside my history class and greets me with a kiss.

“Do you even remember me sleeping with you last night?” he whispers.

“I remember you getting in bed with me but that’s about it. I was tired.”

“You kissed my neck and told me it was your favorite place. The rest of my body is jealous.”

I laugh. “You’re silly. Did you get a naughty Santa gift this morning?”

“I did. What about you?”

“I did too. What did you get?”

He pulls dice out of his pocket and lays them in my palm, flipping them and reading. “Lick, suck, blow, kiss, nibble, tease. You roll this dice first. Then you roll for the body part you have to do it to.” He puts the other die in my hand. “Neck, lips, ear, toes, chest, and player’s choice. Wanna test them out tonight? Or should we save them for this weekend?”

“Tonight. After we get our homework done.”

“What'd you get?” he asks.

“Remember those candy necklaces you used to get when you were a kid?”

“Yeah.”

“I got a G-sting made out of it.”

He raises his eyebrows. “So I can eat the candy off you?”

“I think that's the idea.”

“You win.”

“Win what?”

“We’ll use yours tonight. Stockton’s? Riley's used that place almost every night. I think he should share.” He places his palm on the wall above my shoulder and leans his chest against mine. “I can just picture it. Candy thong and a pair of boots. Nothing else.”

“Mr. Arrington,” my history teacher says, “you need to get to class.”

Aiden gives me a quick kiss on the lips and keeps ahold of my hand. He holds it until he has moved too far away from me to keep holding it, looking reluctant to let go.

He’s so adorable.

As soon as I sit down in class, my phone buzzes. I cross my legs and hide it under the desk.

Hottie God:  Remember the pool playing we did this weekend?

Me:  Yes. You cheated.

Hottie God:  I won fair and square. 

Me:  Yes, you did, but the rules were that the loser had to do something, um, nice for the winner.

Hottie God:  The rules were made before someone was dancing half naked on the pool table. 

Me:  The halftime entertainment was your idea.

Hottie God:  And a fucking brilliant one at that. 

Me:  Riley just told me Logan and Maggie have dibs on Stockton's tonight, but we can have it tomorrow. 

Hottie God:  Logan got six condom lollipops this morning.

Me:  I thought they were waiting until after Winter Formal. 

Hottie God:  Maggie told him she wants to use all the lollipops tonight. 

Me:  Wow. That's a lot for one night. 

Hottie God:  We’ll need more. 

The second I read his text warmth spreads through my body. Thoughts of what he did to me on the pool table are quickly overshadowed by thoughts of what else he wants to do to me.