Becoming His by Mariah Dietz Page A

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    There’s something about Kendall’s giggle that has always been infectious to me, even when I don’t know what’s funny. When we were little and dangerously close to being in trouble, the sound of her giggling always had me laughing almost instantly, and it’s having the same effect now.
    “Oh my god, you guys are hammered!” Jameson cries, and his genuine shock makes me laugh even harder. He shoots a death glare at me, but unfortunately it just makes me laugh harder and soon I’m doubled over with laughter, not able to breathe.
    As our laughter subsides I notice that Max is holding two rolls of toilet paper in his hands. He tosses one to Jameson who catches it and drops his shoulders as his eyebrows rise. We all watch as Max drops the first couple of squares that inevitably always seem to tear at the beginning of each roll and chucks it high into the weeping willow, much higher than Kendall or I could have hoped to have achieved. Jameson quietly mutters something under his breath and shakes his head before his shoulders roll and he follows suit.
    When the yard is sufficiently covered in white and our arsenal of toilet paper has expired we stand admiring our handiwork for a moment. It’s the first time that I’ve ever TP’d someone’s house, and although I feel a slight spasm of guilt, I’m quite liberated with this small act of rebellion.
    “Shit!” I hear Jameson cry, and before I can turn to see what has him panicking, I’m mid air.
    In one fell swoop Max has me over his shoulder and he’s running as though I’m nothing more than a beach towel.
    I should be angry and demand to be put down, especially since I’m only wearing my bikini and his hands are clasped around my bare hips, but then I hear yelling and recognize Marshall’s voice ordering to know what’s going on, followed by empty threats, and decide to remain quiet because Max is fast, really fast. My observation is likely skewed a bit, being that I’m upside down, backwards, and have had too much to drink; all the same, he seems crazy fast.
    “Did he see us?” Kendall asks as Max stops and slides me back to my feet. I look around the unfamiliar yard and realize when I see the cement birdbath that we’re standing in Max’s backyard.
    “I don’t think so,” Jameson says, taking a deep breath as his chest heaves. “That was close! Why in the hell did we just help TP that house?”
    “That’s Marshall.” Kendall’s voice is a statement, like this explains everything.
    “Who’s Marshall?”
    “A dirty creeper. He asked Ace to model for him and then handed her the Victoria’s Secret catalog and told her she could pick.” Jameson raises his eyebrows, and Kendall nods knowingly. “Told you. Creeper.”
    “I was a little worried you girls were just bored and picked a house at random.”
    “I’m sure he was joking. He’s socially awkward and kind of strange, but Jose and Kendall made it sound like it was a good idea,” I admit.
    “Jose?” Max asks.
    I turn to look at him from where he’s standing behind me and notice he looks more annoyed than usual.
    “Cuervo!” Kendall throws an arm into the air with a whoop, making me laugh again.
    I turn my attention to Max and Jameson and see them shaking their heads. “How’d you guys find us?”
    “We drove by and saw you two run into the bushes and then watched you guys sprawl out on the grass with a gazillion rolls of toilet paper, so we parked and followed the noise.” Max shrugs. “Late night TP’ing in bikinis, only the two of you would do that.” He looks at me and his eyes fall to my feet. “And barefoot. What if he’d caught you?”
    “Technically, he did catch us.”
    Max rolls his eyes at my response, and I can’t help but roll mine in return.
    “Let’s go take another shot and go skinny dipping!” Kendall’s eyes gleam with the challenge that she’s posed to Jameson.
    “I don’t think you need another shot, but I’m all in for skinny