I blush at his question. I have absolutely no intention of telling him what happened with Emilio.
“Oh, you dirty little slut. You fucked him,” Kevin hums.
“Shhh, people can hear you.” I slide down in my seat when other students turn and look our way. I wouldn’t put it past my dad to have little spies disguised as teenagers in every one of my classes. “More than once,” I whisper.
“I knew it. So, how was it? Everything you’ve built up in your head all these years?”
“Better.” I blush.
“Huh, I thought for sure he’d be a dud in the sack. He’s too pretty,” Kevin says.
“Well, he’s not a dud. He’s good. Really, really good.”
“Are you going to be okay? Is this a thing now, or just awhen in Mexicokind of thing.”
“It’s a thing.” I nod my head and smile. “He really likes me.”
“Obviously. What’s not to like?”
When the lecture starts, I pull out my laptop and focus on the professor, taking down notes about everything I need to know. Kevin does the same. This is why I like sitting with him. He doesn’t bother me during class.
At the end, though, as I stand, he follows me. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this conversation already.”
“I have to… be somewhere else.” I laugh and walk out of the room.
“Nope. I want all the deets, Frankie. I want size, girth, all of it.”
“I’m not talking about my boyfriend’s dick with you.” I laugh again as I turn to look at him and then run smack-bang into a brick wall. Not a brick wall, a body. A pair of hands holds on to my upper arms.
Elias Lopez.
“Are you lost?” I take a step backwards.
“Nope, I was looking for you. Now I found you,” he says.
“Why?” My heart sinks. “Is he okay? Where is he?” I’m already pulling my phone out and pressing Emilio’s number.
“He’s fine. But good to know you care,” Elias says.
“Hey,” Emilio answers the call.
“Are you good?” I ask him.
“I’m good. You?”
“Yeah, but your brother is here.”
“Which one?”
“The grouchy asshole one,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“Elias?”
“That’s the one.” I smirk at thegrouchy assholecurrently frowning at me.
“You want me to talk to him?” Emilio asks.
“Nope. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t delivering me a message about your untimely death.”