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“Shut up!” I tossed over my shoulder as I hit the next set of steps.
“Hey!” he yelled after me. “Don’t you want to know what cookies is a code word for?”
“No! Good God, no!”
His laughter followed me into the hall and all the way to my next class.
Chapter 5
“Your apartment is really nice,” Brittany said from my couch. A history text lay open, but unread in her lap. “I would love not to have to live in a dorm. My roommate snores like a banshee is her sleep.”
I hovered between the coffee table and the TV, really unsure on how Brittany and Jacob had ended up in my apartment after class. At lunch, we’d talked about getting together and exchanging notes from history and somehow my place was offered up. I really think it was Jacob’s idea, and since both of them were here we were getting absolutely no studying done.
Anxious energy buzzed through me like a hummingbird. It had been so long since I had people in my space. Back home, no one but family came around and only the maid entered my bedroom. Not only had I been a virtual pariah in my town and at school, it had been the same way inside my house. But before that Halloween party, everyone hung out at my house, especially the girls from the studio. Everyone had still talked to me then and I’d still danced. Before that party, things had been normal.
I fiddled with my bracelet, nervous. I liked them here because it was normal and reminded me of the before. It was what people in college did, but it was so… different to me.
Jacob resurfaced from my kitchen, a bag of chips in hand. “Forget about the apartment. Don’t get me wrong. It is a nice apartment, but I want to hear more about Cam’s cookies.”
I took a chip from the bag. “I should’ve never told you about that conversation.”
“Whatever,” he replied, mouth full.
Brittany giggled. “I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.”
“Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch.
“Oh my God,” I said, taking a handful of chips. I needed the calorie fortitude for where this conversation was heading.
Brittany nodded. “Makes sense then. I mean, with the whole not sharing cookies with ugly girls.”
“I don’t think he really meant that,” I said, popping a chip in my mouth. “So, back to our history notes…”
“Fuck history. Back to Cam’s cock.” Jacob said. “Do you know, if cookies is a code word for cock, then that means his cock was in your mouth.”
I choked on the chip and grabbed my can of soda, inhaling the liquid as my face burned.
“Theoretically speaking that is,” Jacob added, grinning like a total shithead. He hopped up. “I don’t know how you do it, Avery. If I lived across the hall from him, I’d be plastered to his front door noon to midnight. And I’d be all over his cookies. Yum.”
Waving a hand in front of my face, I shook my head. “You can have his cookies.”
“Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I’d be all over that in a heartbeat.”
Brittany’s eyes rolled. “Big surprise there.”
“What I don’t understand is how come you aren’t all over his cookies.”
I opened my mouth, but Brittany shook her head and said, “I don’t think cookies mean cock. I think it might mean his balls being that its plural and all.”
Jacob burst into loud laughter. “Then that means his balls were in your mouth theoretically speaking! Damn, that’s some dirty baking.”
I gaped at the two. Was this typical conversation? “Oh my God, can we please stop talking about his cock and balls or I’ll never be able to eat cookies again. Like ever.”
“No. Seriously. How come you aren’t all up on that.” Jacob climbed onto the back of the couch like an overgrown cat. “He’s obviously flirting with you.”
“So,” I replied, believing it might be safe to eat another chip without dying.
Jacob’s jaw dropped. “So?”
