“The point is I know it’s there and I like how the ring looks.” Sam shrugged. “I do it for me, not anyone else.”
I grinned at her. “What about foot boy?”
“I didn’t get the tattoo for him. I had just gotten it when I met him.” She winked. “But he said it made a hell of a bull’s-eye.”
“Eww!” I scrunched my face up. “TMI!”
Sam giggled. “But anyway, it’s about what’s on the inside, Justin—not the outside.”
“I get that with feelings and stuff, but why does it matter with looks?”
“Because vain people are shallow people.” Sam reached out and put her hand on my leg. “But you’re different, though. You dress like the cool jerk, but you’re a great guy.”
“I don’t dress like—”
“Bullshit!” She pointed at my sunglasses. “How much were those things?”
“A hundred, but they’re Foster—”
“Mine came from the dollar store and they do the trick.” She pulled on my shorts. “What brand are these?”
“They’re—” I started, but she continued.
“And that’s an Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt you’re wiping your sweaty face on. What was that, thirty dollars? And you’re wearing it to clean up a park.” Pointing at her shirt, she said, “This shirt was ten dollars and the jeans were the same on sale. My whole outfit with my sneakers is less than your damn shorts.”
“It shows.” I smirked.
The look on Sam’s face told me I’d made a mistake, and she quickly made me pay for it. “You would never have made that crack before you started going with Jen.”
“Oh, come on! I’m just busting your chops.”
“Oh, that’s all? Okay, how about this one? I dress like a poor tomboy and you’re mister GQ, pretty boy, but which one of us is still a virgin?”
“What the hell kind of crack is that?” I put the sandwich down. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, you think I’m so plain and dress so crappy, but I’ve had a couple of guys who had no problem wanting to get to know me better.”
“So what? I’ve had chances, but I promised my mother I’d try to do it the right way. You decided to spread your legs when you had the chance.”
“Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“Of course not! You know better than that. But you know that’s a touchy subject with me.”
“But you never think anything bothers me.” Sam waved her hand disgustedly at me. “You really do treat me like a guy.”
“I … I treat you like a friend. Since when do I need to treat you all girly?”
“You don’t, but then again you’ve never treated a girly have you?” She raised her eyebrows after that one, as if daring me to top it.
“Guess you got me on that one,” I said with a casual shrug. “But tell you what, how about you ask me again after this weekend?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, I just might…”
My phone went off and I couldn’t help smiling when “You don’t know You’re Beautiful” blared from it. It was Jen. The timing couldn’t have been better.
“Like she doesn’t think she’s beautiful.” Sam muttered
“Hey, sweetie.” I bit my lip not to laugh at the disgusted look on her face.
“Hey, hot stuff!” Jen chirped in my ear. “How goes park detail?”
“Halfway,” I told her. “It’ll be done in a couple hours.”