Off the Ice (The Penalty Kill Trilogy) (Volume 2) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith Page B

grip in my hand turns into a death grip. “Forgive me, Allie. This is my girlfriend, Presley. Pres, this is Allie, a friend from high school.”
    Allie sticks her hand out to Smarty and chuckles, “Yeah, Levi and I were just friends.”
    Really, Allie? I watch Presley to see her reaction.
    “So nice to meet a high school friend of Levi’s.” Her smile is fake.
    Allie turns to me and asks, “How is Mr. Carr? Mom said he was in the hospital not too long ago. I wanted to stop by and see him, but you know, didn’t know if I should.”
    “Pops is doing better, thanks for asking.”
    “ Yeah, Victor is doing a lot better. We are spending the whole weekend with him.”
    Allie looks a little shocked, but I don’t know if it’s from Smarty calling Dad by his first name or the fact that she’s staying with me at Dad’s. Both are privileges that Allie didn’t get. And quite frankly, I’m a little surprised by Presley, who is now leaning into me a little with our arms around each other's waist.
    “ Well, we’re just on our way to see the rest of the festival. Nice to meet you.” Smarty has the fake smile still on her face. 
    “ Yeah, nice to see you again, Allie.”
    “ Nice to see you too, Levi. Maybe we can have lunch or something next time you’re in town?”
    “ Oh, I -” I can’t even finish my sentence before Presley speaks up.
    “ Oh, we can’t. We will be busy. Sorry.” Smarty starts walking away, dragging me with her.
    I finally let out a laugh. “Who’s jealous now, hm?”
    “I’m not jealous, Levi.”
    “ I beg to differ, Smarty. That was definitely the behavior of a jealous girlfriend. A little jealousy is good, remember? Isn’t that what you told me?”
    “ Well, I might have been little taken aback. So, how long did you date her?”
    I shrug, wondering if I should pretend not to remember.
    “Levi, I know you remember. Come on, how long?”
    “ Freshman and sophomore year of high school,” I say, giving in to her.
    “ Wow, that long.” She pauses. “Was she your first?”
    I groan. “Smarty.”
    “What? It’s an honest question that I’m asking.”
    “ Fine.” She probably won’t let it go if I avoid it. She’s too damn stubborn. “Yep. Are we done talking about what’s her face?”
    “ Allie. Her name is Allie and she was your first.” Yep, she’s mad.
    “ I know all the details, Smarty. Do you want to tell me who your first was since we’re on this topic?” Maybe that will make this end. My past with other girls doesn’t matter because Presley is my future.
    “ My first was Zack.”
    I stop dead in my tracks. “Zack? As in the Zack I met?” She has got to be kidding me.
    She shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “Yeah, the same Zack. We’re just friends now, though.”
    I can’t believe this shit. “So you fucked him, your first , and now you are just good friends?”
    She puts her hands on her hips, and anger is in her eyes. “First, I did date him. Remember, I’m not one of your bunnies. I just don’t go around sleeping with random people. I bet my number is way less than yours, buddy. Second, we’re just friends. That’s all. Just. Friends.”
    I don’t know what I’m more pissed about, but my mouth decides to talk anyway. “No wonder that ass doesn’t seem bothered by me. He probably thinks he staked his claim on you long ago! Like he has an advantage or something. And my numbers? The list isn’t as long as you probably think. Okay, maybe a little longer, but that’s not the point! How are you still just friends with him? How is he just friends with you? This is such bullshit.”
    “ Right now, I suggest you stop yelling. Do you want to know the story? Do you? Fine. I’ll tell you. Trevor was gone and I was so upset. Zack was there for me and protected me. So, we started dating. Then one night, after a party,” she takes a deep breath, “we just did it. I mean, it happened. After dating a little bit longer, we realized it wasn’t working for