✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

6. When Vance Made a Deal With the Devil

Vance stormed to his car feeling awful furious but also just regular awful. His cheeks burned at the sight of those two all friendly. Blake leaning down with that same lazy grin he showed just about every damn broad in town plus one stupid greaser.

Was Blake who Jenny was talking about when she said she liked someone else?

Why was Blake going after Jenny? Just the other day he was all over Vance even asking him to do that weird crap. Blake prattled all about how special Vance was; why didn't Vance know that it was just the regular goddamn lines? Blake probably had a whole book of phony nonsense, and Vance was the idiot that got fooled by a few lines of it.

Now he was burning up all over again remembering what a gullible idiot he must've looked to Blake who'd probably seduced about a million broads.

Vance was about ready to burst a blood vessel until someone called behind him, "Hey, Romano!"

He turned and there was Blake Coleman grinning like the goddamn cat with the cream. Vance turned right back around and kept marching.

The punk caught up quickly even though Vance sped up. "What're you so broken up about?"

It somehow pissed Vance off more when Blake asked—enough to confront him instead of ignoring the jackass. "What are you doing messing with Jenny?"

"What, feeling territorial?" Blake smirked at him.

"No—" he realized Blake was talking about Jenny who was, in fact, his girlfriend now "—I mean, yes, so back off her."

"Don't worry, I only like to chase one at a time." He winked.

Vance stared at him for a moment. "What, me?"

A grin. "Bullseye."

His face burned up. He put some space between them right away. "I already told you, I don't do that homosexual crap."

"But you're free, aren't you? Your big date with Jenny fell through."

Vance paused. "How do you know I was supposed to be on a date?"

Blake reached out and rubbed the starched-stiff collar of his dress shirt between his index and thumb then flicked up an amused glance. At the same time that he stroked a knuckle up the line of Vance's jaw, he said, "I know 'cause you look real handsome today."

Vance flinched away clutching his tingling jaw and resenting the violent flutter in his stomach. "My date didn't fall through."

Blake pocketed his hand with a shrug. "That's not what Jenny said."

Vance was only speechless for about a second before grinding out, "What are you playing at, punk?"

"You see, Jenny wanted my help a few days ago, and I happened to know a few things that would help her. Like, say, that you weren't too keen on dating."

"You told her what?" His heart dropped into his stomach.

"I just said you were the shy type; you wanted to get to know a girl for a million years before you married her and all. Very religious—you know how the Roman Catholics are. So, Jenny cooks up a scheme where she happens to get some quality time getting ready for 'dates' with Bianca, and you get a pretend-girlfriend. Not too bad, huh?" He crossed his arms and grinned like a smug, handsome bastard.

"Hold on, Jenny's just in it to hang out with Bianca?"

Blake looked at him for a second and tilted up the right corner of his mouth. "Uh, sure. Hey, since you're free now, wanna kill a few hours with me?"