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She hands me a birthday present, and I flip the lid off the box, removing a red leather jacket with silver buckles and zippers. I hold it up, looking at the little thing. “Wow.”
“It’s a motorcycle jacket.”
I laugh, dropping the box and holding the jacket by the shoulders. The leather is really thin, and I’m not sure I’ll even be able to get it zipped up.
“Not sure this will protect me from anything,” I tease. “It looks like it might not fit.”
“It’ll fit.” She plants her hands on her waist. “No pressure to wear it. I just thought I’d take a chance.”
“Thank you.”
I give her a hug and fold it, sticking it in my backpack.
“We should get out of here,” I tell her.
I start to move, but she pulls me back and forces me to sit down at my desk. I look at her through the mirror in front of us as she stands behind me.
“He won’t say shit to you with me here,” she tells me, pulling out my ponytail.
She must see the look on my face, because everyone who’s met my father knows that my mother is the only person he watches his mouth around, and barely even then.
“Okay, he’ll saylesswith me here,” she jokes.
Yeah, yeah.
“Let’s get this hair sorted.”
And she picks up the hairbrush on my desk and starts working.
“So where are we going?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
Coral stuffs her hands in her pockets, leading the way down the steps of 01 Knock Hill. Quinn follows her, and I close my door.
A car door slams shut, and I look up, seeing Aro heading toward us.
“You came?” I chirp, bouncing down the steps.
“How could I not?” she tells me.
“I’m guessing Hawke doesn’t know, otherwise you’d be tied up right now.”
“I’ll tell him.” She whips out her phone, moves in beside me, and holds up her camera for a selfie of us. “Smile.” And she snaps the pic.
I laugh, knowing Hawke won’t want to find out she’s here in an Instagram post.
She starts typing. “Location: Roller Dome,” she says.
“Roller Dome?” I retort, looking at Coral.
She shrugs. After the trip into the Falls today, Farrow said they were throwing me a party. I was skeptical until Mace chimed in that I could bring friends. Roller skating wasn’t what I had in mind, though. I thought that place shut down, actually.
I stick my phone in the back pocket of my jean shorts, tempted to button up my flannel against the chill, but we won’t be outside long.
“Hawke’s going to be mad at you,” I tell Aro.
“I love him that way.”
