“Lucy, darlin’.” Tristan laughed, gesturing at the campus as they walked through it. “There’s ‘ow many men ‘ere? An’ I’m tryna get in all of their pants. So, yes, I would fuck your dad, an’ yes I ‘ave every intention of fuckin’ my professor, but there’s a whole world of good dick out there. I don’t like to limit myself to just one.” Dark, drawn-on brow raised as he stared down at her. “There’s nothin’ normal about you now, an’ I doubt you were a normal kid, either. A cute kid, though, I can believe.” After closing the car door behind her, Tristan walked over to the driver’s side, slipping into the seat. “As much as I love that car, I thought I’d leave it at home for your sake today. It’s adorable watchin’ you try an’ get in it, but we don’t ‘ave all the time in the world.”
Designer sunglasses were pushed back onto his face and he took a moment to check his appearance in the rearview mirror, smoothing over his hair and re-applying the lipstick he was wearing. “Of course we do. Anythin’ for you, my dear.”
The little blonde almost doubled over in laughter. “Well, one thing is for sure. With a big brother like you, life is never ever boring.” she grinned, covering her mouth with her hand as she laughed again. She rolled her eyes. “And what if I wanted some, huh? Don’t go ruining it for me, now. Leave me a pretty one…or three.” she joked. Rolling hazel eyes, she gave an unbelieving little hum of approval. “Sure you did. You knew the track team is practicing and wanted something to look good in while you watched them run by in their very small shorts and leer.” She was teasing, of course, having sat with Tristan several times to watch them run by and take dibs from time to time. Lucy didn’t much like the jocks, so she didn’t usually pick any. But she knew the type Tris liked, so she usually called dibs on ones she knew he’d protest for.
She smiled at him as he primped himself up again. “What can I say? I’m a princess in my own right.” she teased with a shrug and a laugh.
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