“I mean, yeah.” He laughs. “But girls like that are the ones you fuck, not the ones you keep. Imagine if you took her home to your mom, oh hey mom, this girl was in foster care, fucked her father, has zero possessions and probably zero education, oh and I got her pregnant, surpriseeeee!”

“You assume a lot,” I said through clenched teeth. “And she’s not uneducated. She’s rich, and let’s get one thing straight, she’s not my sister.”

He barks out a laugh. “Be honest, you tap that?”

“Hell no!” I yell as sweat pours down my face.

“See? Even you wouldn’t touch it.” He needs to shut the hell up. Fast. “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did, I know you guys were super close when she first got here, but that’s not a good look man, just creeping across the hall to fuck the girl your parents took in. Even I wouldn’t go that far, though I’m not her brother, so—“

“—Do you have a point to the words coming out of your mouth, or do you just like to hear your own lower intelligence?”

“What was that about the kiss yesterday, then?” he finally asks the question I was dreading.

“I like making out.”

“She totally came onto you.” He grunts. “Which just proves my point, that article, probably all true, once a slut always a slut—“

I hold out my leg, and he trips right over it and skids across the grass. “Son of a bitch, Ambrose!”

“I slipped.”

“I’m going to kill you!”

I sprint around toward the parking lot, he’s hot on my heels—he’s just as fast as I am.

I see Quinn and MB in the parking lot leaning against my car with McDonald’s—they must have grabbed food before coming back for a ride.

My life would be so much easier if I could keep every idiot away from her. I’m too focused on the way she’s laughing with Quinn to notice that Xander’s right behind me. He tackles me to the ground and punches me in the stomach; since I still have my helmet on, the jaw is out. He does it one more time before I throw him off of me, undo my helmet and throw it on the ground.

“You want to get the shit kicked out of you?”

He undoes his helmet and throws it at me. “Let’s go!”

I lunge for him.

He snickers and sidesteps me. “Pretty pissed off about a girl you don’t even like. Was it something I said?”

I yell and knee him in the stomach, then toss him onto the ground, straddle him and start beating the shit out of his face.

I don’t know who pulls me off of him until I see MB to my left, eyes wide.

My hands are bloody, and Xander’s nose looks like it might be broken, along with a cut lip.

“Yeah, that’s right, let your gay-loving friend pull you back from a real fight.” Xander sneers. “Hey, how is your brother, Quinn? Still sucking dick?”