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raided Lieber’s Bakery during school today and got dismissed from final
period to package everything in our own bags with ribbons of the school’s
colors.
“Come on, freshmen!” Lyla claps her hands. “Smile. It’s your new
thing. I promise.”
I laugh to myself. I don’t envy them at all. The will to plaster a smile I
don’t feel on my face has very nearly left the building.
I push the packages of cookies and brownies up to replace what has
already been sold. Looking up, I see Masen standing near his truck with a
group of guys from school. My stomach somersaults.
He’s watching me with an amused look on his face. I’d told him about
the bake sale during Art today, so we agreed to meet afterward to do
whatever it is he’s got planned, God help me.
After sneaking into my room this morning, catching me with my
vibrator, and damn-near waking up the whole house—because he needed to
get laid—the rest of the day passed relatively calmly. Everything else was
easy peasy compared to that.
I resist the urge to pull out the huge-ass black bow on top of my head
that we’re required to wear as part of the uniform. I can feel the laugh he’s
holding back all the way from here.
I see him and his friends approach.
“Jesus, it’s like the Disney channel puked all over this table,” he jokes,
scanning the array of polka-dotted plastic bags and the flowery tablecloth.
I put my hands on my hips.
“Nice bow.” He jerks his chin, eyeing the top of my head. “If I pull it,
does it have a string that makes you talk and move?”
A snort breaks into a laugh, and I shoot a glare over to Ten, standing
behind Lyla. He hunches over just a little, his body shaking.