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Clive: You still on your date?
My heart floods with panic and excitement. It’s only eight p.m. He must know I’m still on the date.
Me: Sort of.
Clive: What does that mean?
Me: He’s drinking on the tailgate with some bros. I’m scrolling through my phone for dog videos.
Clive: Do you want to be doing something else?
Oh God! Is he asking because he wants me to be doing something else with him? Maybe I’m reading into it.
Me: Anything really.
Clive: I can be there in ten minutes.
I stare down at the message, reading and rereading the words over and over again as I try to comprehend what they say.
My brain imagines a circle of events. Clive picking me up, the overwhelming urge to thank him, the soaking puddle in my panties when he looks at me the way he does, my arms wrapping around him, and finally… ecstasy.
The heat on my face turns hotter.
Clive: You still there?
Me: Yeah, I’d like that.
Clive: Leaving now.
I lick my lips and stare out at the quarry and the shadowed pines that stretch before it. The streak of a meteor sprawls across the sky and my entire body stills. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’m positive I’m making the right decision.
Chapter Four
Clive
Lark is standing next to the taillights of a pickup truck when I pull up to the quarry. Bobby and three other boys are drinking with big old grins on their faces. I put the truck in park and glance toward Lark. She’s wearing a short black dress with tight stockings and a blue jean jacket, her curves on perfect display. She’s fucking gorgeous.
As I walk up, I reach out and squeeze her hand in comfort. Though she’s beautiful as ever, her face tells the story of a girl who’s had a shitty ass night, and I’m about to fix it. “Wait for me in the truck.”
She nods and does as I’ve asked as I approach the boys. “Who’s driving tonight?”
Bobby narrows his gaze. “What? Why are you here? She call you?”
“None of your business. Give me your keys.”
The oldest of the group laughs and turns toward me. “Who the fuck are you, old man? I’m not giving you the keys of my truck because some fat bitch called and ratted us out.”
I realize the kid is drunk. I realize he’s a dumbass. I even realize that Lark is out of earshot and probably didn’t hear a thing he just said.
But I did, and I don’t fucking like it.
I pull back and punch the idiot square in the jaw.
The others join in, jumping on my back, punching with all they have. Even together, they couldn’t fight off a rabbit.
“You boys always fight like this or is it the alcohol?” I shove two of them to the ground and roundhouse the third. Bobby has backed away, choosing to avoid all of this.
“What the hell?” Lark hollers from behind me. “What’s going on?”
