Dropout (The Good Guys Book 3)

by Jamie Schlosser

  Like hell we didn’t. She might’ve been unsure about us, but I wasn’t.

  But she didn’t need to know that right now. The last thing I wanted was to scare her away.

  “Your brother is the biggest sweetheart in the world,” she said, switching gears on the conversation. “In fact, your whole family is great.”

  I smiled. “Ezra’s the best person I know. I’d be lucky to be half as good as him someday.”

  “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You ended up being way better than I originally thought,” she joked before her face got serious. “I judged you. I’m sorry about that.”

  “I didn’t exactly give you the best first impression.”

  She smirked at the reminder. “Speaking of that, your undies? Those little briefs you wear? Hot as fuck.”

  I laughed and groaned at the same time.

  “Undies? Little briefs? I have no idea how you can talk about it that way and still turn me on, but damn. Say fuck again,” I requested, burying my face in her neck. I playfully nipped at her until she giggled.

  “I thought most guys wore boxers.”

  “Most guys don’t have a dick the size of mine,” I blurted without thinking, and the look of surprise on her face was almost comical. “I’m not trying to sound like a cocky prick. There’s a practical reason I wear them. They help support things. Plus, I have a piercing. I like to know everything is staying in the right place.”

  Mackenna’s eyebrows shot up. “A piercing? On your penis?”

  Snickering at the fact that she whispered penis like it was a bad word, I nodded. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. Then her eyes bounced down to my crotch and lingered there as if she was trying to have x-ray vision.

  “Hey, my eyes are up here,” I teased.

  She blushed, obviously embarrassed at being called out. If she kept staring at my dick like that, the willpower I was trying to keep firmly in place would definitely unravel.

  Scooting up on the bed, I piled the pillows up so we had a place to sit, grabbed the remote, and opened my arms in invitation. Mackenna didn’t hesitate as she crawled up next to me.

  We spent the rest of the evening watching bad reality shows and cuddling in bed.

  And when she fell asleep, her ear was right over my heart—the heart that was becoming a little less mine and a little more hers every day.

  CHAPTER 25

  JIMMY

  Over the next week, Mackenna and I spent every minute of our free time together.

  She insisted on helping with the chores around Grandma’s, and we were a good team. She made everything more fun—yard work, laundry, even cleaning the toilets. My girl wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.

  The rest of the time, we hung out at her house. Mackenna liked to knit with her legs draped over my lap while we watched movies. We talked, told each other bad jokes, and sometimes she’d sing to me.

  I learned more of her quirks. Like the fact that she ate at least one ice cream sandwich a day, usually before dinner. And she was obsessed with Crockpot recipes, but rarely followed through with them. She’d tacked at least ten recipes to her fridge, but so far I’d only had the pleasure of eating the honey mustard chicken and beef stew. Both were off-the-charts awesome.

  Then after dinner we’d make out until my balls were blue, but I wasn’t complaining.

  I’d never been happier.

  I was addicted to her smiles, the ones she seemed to save just for me. The sexy lift of her mouth when she smirked. The naughty tilt of her lips when she teased me. And the full-on laugh when that dimple on her left cheek appeared—that one was my favorite.

  And she was starting to get comfortable around me.

  How could I tell? Water bottles.

  Little by little, she was letting her guard down. Letting those water bottles pile up. Caring more about my company and less about the way her house looked.

  If I went downstairs, I knew I’d see three on the coffee table, a couple next to her chair, two on the mantel, and one on the front windowsill. There was no rhyme or reason to the oddly-placed ones, but when she was in writing-mode she got a little scatterbrained.

  Sometimes Mackenna’s face would light up with an idea, and she’d sprint to her laptop or grab the nearest notebook to write it down. Other times she was so lost in her own thoughts that she’d drop everything she was doing, and vacantly stare into space while her lips moved to a song I couldn’t hear. Even if she didn’t have her guitar, her fingers would twitch and wiggle.

  It was fucking adorable.

  Last night, she Skyped with her manager and sent out a few new demos for the punk band. I loved the fact that she let me witness her writing process.

  The mornings were my favorite time.

  Every day I woke up with her wrapped around me. I loved the warmth of her body, the scent of her hair, and the fact that it seemed like she couldn’t get close enough. Mackenna didn’t know it, but sometimes I set my alarm a little early just so I could enjoy being with her for a while.

  She was still sleeping when my phone pinged on the nightstand. I picked it up and when I saw the name on the screen, I gently untangled myself from the starfish and quietly left the bed.

  Jay: Got some info you might want

  Jay Langston was a local who was my age. We met years ago when I was visiting Grandma, and we used to get together during the times when I was in town.

  Over the past couple years, he’d gotten into some sketchy stuff. I suspected it was drugs, but I didn’t know for sure. He didn’t have a job, and he didn’t come from a wealthy family, but always seemed to have money.

  Last fall, Jay came to visit me at college and witnessed one of my street fights. He’d told me about an underground fighting ring in this area, and at the time I really hadn’t thought much of it.

  Until recently, I’d purposely avoided him. I didn’t want to get tangled up in whatever illegal activity he was a part of, but he had a knack for finding things out. Personal information. And not just rumors—facts.

  I had no idea what his methods were, but I thought he might be able to tell me something about Mackenna’s ex. More specifically, his whereabouts.

  There hadn’t been any more mysterious letters, but I knew Mackenna was on edge.

  After taking a seat on the couch, I dialed Jay’s number.

  “Hey, man,” he answered, sounding way too awake for 6:00 in the morning. Never one to beat around the bush, he cut right to the chase. “Here’s what I got. Jaxon has been bumming around some trailer park in Brenton, but it seems like he’s been laying low. And you’re not gonna believe this, but he’s been trying to break into the fighting rings.”

  “No shit?” I flexed my hands at the thought of pummeling that motherfucker’s face.

  “Yeah. He’s got a good chance. I mean, everyone wants to bet on the beefed-up guy who just got out of the pen.”

  “Can you set me up?”

  “I can try.” He paused. “I thought you told me you were out of the fighting scene.”

  “I was, but I’m willing to make an exception for this one.”

  Jay let out a whistle. “Man, don’t let anyone hear you talk like that, or else they won’t let you fight. They don’t do grudge matches. You’re not even supposed to know each other.”

  “Well, that’s good because I’ve never met him.”

  “Do I even want to know what this is about?”

  “No,” I told him honestly. “It’s probably best if you don’t.”

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Just say the word and I’ll see what I can do.”

  Scratching at the two-day stubble on my jaw, I weighed the pros and cons.

  I wanted the chance to give that son of a bitch the beating he deserved, but I also needed to be smart about it. Setting up a
fight would guarantee a meeting on neutral ground where that could happen.

  But the last thing I needed was to get into trouble. Plus, I had a feeling Mackenna wouldn’t want me getting involved this way.

  “Give me some time to think about it,” I said. “I’ll let you know.”

  After we hung up, I decided to go to Grandma’s for a shower before I got ready for work.

  I didn’t get very far.

  As soon as I walked out the front door, I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.

  I experienced a mix of emotions as I took in the garbage scattered over Mackenna’s driveway. The metal trashcan was on its side next to her car. The windshield had been shattered.

  I approached the vehicle, doing my best to keep my temper in check. However, it was the word that had been keyed into the dark blue paint on the hood that pushed me over the edge of anger.

  Blowing out a breath, I ran my hands through my hair as I paced the yard a few times.

  Mackenna was going to be pissed. Devastated. Terrified.

  I hadn’t even delivered the news yet and the remorse I felt over the fact that I had to be the messenger was killing me. I gave myself about five minutes to calm down, then I went back into her house, toed off my shoes by the door, and quietly made my way up the stairs.

  Sitting down next to Mackenna on the bed, I studied her peaceful expression for a minute before her day was ruined.

  I wished I could shield her from this. Wished I could lie to her and somehow hide the evidence and magically fix her car before she found out. More than anything, I wished it was possible to turn back time so I could catch that fucker in the act.

  It didn’t take a genius to figure out who did it. Jaxon had vandalized her property right under our noses while we were asleep.

  “Mack.” I gently rubbed her arm. “Wake up, baby.”

  “Hmm?” She rolled onto her back but didn’t open her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, but you need to come see something.” Taking her hand in mine, I rubbed her palm with my thumb.

  “What is it?” she mumbled sleepily.

  “Your trashcan… Um, the driveway is a mess… Your car…” I tried to explain, and failed miserably.

  A half-smile appeared on her face and she pulled the covers up to her chin. “It’s just the squirrels. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Baby, this wasn’t squirrels,” I said regretfully.

  Something in my voice must’ve conveyed that this was serious because her eyes shot open and she sat up.

  She pawed at her hair, trying to tame the messy strands with her fingers. “What’s going on?”

  “I’ll show you.” Linking our fingers, I helped her out of bed, then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  Still a bit disoriented, she followed me down the stairs.

  When we got outside, she ran to the driveway. She stood there, completely still, for a good minute while she looked at the damage. I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but I knew that was a stupid question.

  She finally lost it when she traced the letters carved into the hood.

  CUNT

  Wrapping her arms around herself, she let out a sob, and I couldn’t stand back anymore. Coming up behind her, I rubbed my hands up and down her arms, then hugged her to me while she cried.

  Just like her laughter made its way straight to my heart, so did her tears.

  In that moment, her pain was mine. And as much as that pain wanted to turn into anger, I needed to be strong for her. I pushed down my temper as I buried my nose in her hair.

  Mackenna’s sobs subsided and hiccups took over.

  “Mack,” I said quietly. “Go inside while I clean this up.”

  “That son of a bitch ruined my car!” she growled angrily, radiating a level of rage I’d never seen from her before. It would’ve been cute if it wasn’t so fucking scary. She turned toward me. “Why does he have to be so fucking ominous about it?” she asked, slashing her hand through the air. “Why doesn’t he just show up at my damn door? Oh yeah, because I’d shoot his ass!”

  Yep, my girl had claws. She was ferocious if she had to be, and I was glad for that.

  “Hey, I’m gonna fix it.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “Good thing your boyfriend works at an auto shop.”

  “Boyfriend,” she repeated, like testing out that word was weird for her. Although I’d called her my girlfriend several times already, it was the first time I’d heard her say the term when she was referring to me.

  I liked it.

  “Yeah. We’re dating, so I’m your boyfriend,” I told her with another megawatt smile. “Hey, what did one race car say to the other race car?”

  She sniffled, but her lips tilted up. “I don’t know. What?”

  “I’m Audi here.”

  A hiccup mingled with a laugh. “That’s a good one.”

  “Ten minutes,” I said while guiding her up to the house. “Go do something that makes you happy for ten minutes and I’ll take care of this. Play some music. Eat an ice cream sandwich or five.”

  “Okay.” She tossed another pained look at her vehicle, then with one more hiccup she went inside.

  The smile I’d been trying so hard to keep on my face dropped as I pulled out my phone. Jaxon didn’t realize it, but he’d just made my decision very easy. One text to Jay sealed his fate.

  Me: Set it up

  CHAPTER 26

  MACKENNA

  It was Wednesday, which meant three things.

  One, I was spending the morning at Beverly’s. I’d started hanging out with her and Sweet Pea a couple days a week while Jimmy was at work. I made the excuse that I didn’t want them to be lonely, but the truth was I found myself seeking out the company when I didn’t have work to do.

  Two, I was supposed to get my car back tomorrow. I hadn’t seen it yet, but Jimmy’s texts assured me it would be as good as new. I reported the vandalism and property damage, but the police said there wasn’t much they could do when it came to finding the suspect because there were no witnesses. Despite my protests, Jimmy had gone to every neighbor on our block to ask if they’d noticed any suspicious activity in the area, but no one had seen the attack on my car.

  And three, it had been exactly seventeen days since Jimmy and I had gone past first base—and, yes, I was counting. Sexually frustrated didn’t even scratch the surface of how I was feeling.

  Learning that Jimmy was well-endowed along with the mention of the piercing piqued my curiosity. During our make-out sessions, I’d felt his hardness pressing against me, and I thought having an erection for hours on end was enough to make any guy break.

  Just from the looks of Jimmy, you’d never know he had so much self-control, but the guy seemed to have it in spades.

  I kept waiting for him to take things further, but then at night he’d just give me one last kiss and we’d go to sleep. He was a perfect gentleman.

  It was sweet. It was romantic.

  It was becoming a problem.

  If I had to spend one more night next to him in bed without actually doing anything, I suspected I might die. Death by sexual frustration. That could be a real thing.

  I didn’t know how to be sexually assertive, but I was willing to try. Maybe I needed to catch him off-guard in some way.

  “Oh, no you don’t!”

  I jumped guiltily at the sound of Beverly’s voice, wondering if I’d spoken my dirty thoughts about her grandson out loud.

  Then I saw her chasing after Sweet Pea as he flew across the living room toward the cracked window. Waving her hands wildly, she cut him off just in time. Missing his intended target, he ended up tangled in her curtain. His tiny toes got caught in the wispy material and he flapped helplessly while letting out a pathetic-sounding “fuck.”

  Beverly huffed as she helped the bird out
of the predicament he’d gotten himself into. “He’s ruining all my curtains.”

  “Have you thought about getting his wings clipped?” I asked before taking a sip of my lemonade.

  She looked horrified. “Of course not. That’s like chopping a man’s dick off.”

  Stunned by her statement, I inhaled some of the liquid and began coughing violently. I shouldn’t have been surprised by anything Beverly said—I was quickly learning that she didn’t have much of a filter.

  “I don’t think that’s the same thing,” I said through a wheeze. “You don’t want him to escape again.”

  “He was born with wings, he should have wings.” Beverly shrugged before giving him some peanuts to snack on. “Never thought I’d love a parrot, but he’s part of the family now.” She sat down on the couch next to me and picked up a Twinkie from the plate on the coffee table. “So anyway, do you want to go?”

  My eyebrows pinched together in confusion. I hadn’t been listening to a word she’d been saying earlier. “Go where?”

  “To the dress fitting tomorrow. We can make a girls’ day of it. Angel’s going to be such a beautiful bride.”

  “Oh,” I said before an awkward pause ensued. “I really don’t feel like I should be going to that. I’ve never even met her.”

  “I’m the matron of honor,” Beverly said, proudly straightening her shoulders. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I brought you along. Besides, Angel is one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet.” Her face lit up like she had the best idea ever. “You two should be friends. She only lives a few blocks from us.”

  According to Beverly, her best friend was actually younger than me—younger than Jimmy, even. It was odd, but I guess there was no age limit on friendship. From the brief history she’d given me, I learned Angel showed up as a runaway in Tolson over a year ago, with no intentions of staying. But this town and its residents made an impression on her heart. Apparently, Travis Hawkins was one of those people.

  I couldn’t blame her for falling for him. If my memory of him in high school was correct, he was a really nice guy. Not bad on the eyes either. With brown hair, hazel eyes, and dimples, he’d had more than one girl at Daywood High swooning over him.