I know, but it is a little
Not the whole ownership thing
Me:
Yeah, not exactly thrilled with how that went
Kenz:
I’ll bring M&Ms to school tomorrow
And I’ll take extra good notes in our shared classes
Me:
You’re the best
CHAPTER 10
The Sentence
Harper
“Why didn’t you just take your car?” my mom asks as we enter the house.
“A friend drove me and then ended up getting stuck after school.” The loosest definition of friend ever, but I can’t tell her two football players pushed into our house, forced me to change in front of them, drove me to school, and want to fuck me all year.
Yeah, pretty sure that wouldn’t go over well. Though it might get me grounded for real, more likely Mom would also take it to the principal. And while the principal might try to make adjustments, the horsemen could make my last year unbearable.
That and the principal would have to fuck up my schedule to make sure I’m not with the guys. Any other year might have been okay, but I need these classes and most of them are only offered once during the day.
It’s not like the principal will move the guys to different classes. To the principal, these guys are his golden ticket. Football stars, top of their class, rich parents.
Besides, Mom already has a lot of things to deal with. Her job is high stress enough. I can manage this. If it gets to be too much, I’ll pull her in as my plan B.
“I don’t want you to get stuck anywhere without a way out.” Mom opens the freezer and takes out a frozen pizza. “Things are a little…complicated right now at the hospital.”
I sit at the island and see the flinch on my mom’s face when she says that. “What’s happening?”
Mom snaps out of it and waves her hand. “Nothing to worry about. Just the normal, people are getting sick.”
I nod. “That usually happens at hospitals.”
She slides the pizza into the preheated oven she must have set before picking me up. Shaking whatever bothered her off, she leans on the counter and meets my eyes. Her brown eyes are curious but serious. She arches her eyebrows and gives me a conspiratorial smile.
“All right. Day two of school. Tell me how everything is going. How are your classes? Any problems? Any interesting boys?”
I almost scoff out loud at that last one. Interesting, yes.
“No problems.” At least none she can help me with. “Classes seem good and doable, as always. Keeping my head down and my hands to myself.”
I give her a self-deprecating smile. Well, trying to keep to myself, but I’m pretty sure this year is going to be pretty hands-on.
She rolls her eyes. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world if you found a guy to date, Harper. You’re seventeen. Your birthday is next week. You should be out partying on the weekends and doing things I don’t want to know about. Even MacKenzie goes out.”
“She’s dating a football player.”
“See.” Mom holds her hand out to me. “You could do that. Football players make good boyfriends. As long as you use a condom.”
