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shitty.”
I stop and turn my eyes on her, my heart catching in my throat. I don’t
really care if she knows I left with him, but does she know what we were
doing in his truck at the drive-in?
She smiles sarcastically. “Him pulling out of the drive-in right in the
middle of a movie, and you nowhere to be found? It wasn’t hard to figure
out, and I’m willing to bet Trey’s figured it out, too.”
I exhale, relaxing a little. Okay, she doesn’t know much else then.
“You know what?” I say. “You actually shouldn’t tell me anything. You
didn’t see me leave with him, you have no clue what’s going on between us,
if anything, and you’ve given more guys a ride than a bus. When you’re
perfect, then we’ll talk. Got it?”
Her eyes flare, shooting me a nasty look as she opens her mouth to
speak again.
But I cut her off. “You’re done,” I tell her. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”
I turn around, but I see Trey and J.D. approach and stop.
Son of a…
“You wanna have some fun?” Trey comes in, placing his hands on my
hips.
What? I breathe out a laugh, a little exasperated. I can’t keep up with
the intrigues right now.
But I blink, trying to focus myself again and find my quick wit. “Sure.”
I give in. “I was wondering when you’d start getting interesting.”
J.D. laughs, and Trey cocks an eyebrow, half-amused and half looking
like he wants to teach me how to keep my mouth shut.
“Laurent can’t seem to take his eyes off you,” he says.
He turns his head over his shoulder, and I follow his gaze, finding
Masen sitting at a table full of the worst delinquents in school. He leans