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“Quinn, look, it’s not like you think—”
“Don’t worry. I get it.” Quinn was standing, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
“Wait—Quinn—”
But her friend was already shoving past other students, making her way toward the common area.
Becca sighed. “Great.”
“We’re not gonna cry about it,” said one of the physics kids.
“Shut up,” she snapped.
Chris took another bite of his apple and set it on his tray. “Now she seemed nice.”
Becca glared at him, irritated. Had he meant the double entendre about last night? God, for ten seconds, she’d entertained the thought that he was going to sit down and be a nice guy.
“So which one?” she said.
He frowned. “I’m sorry?”
“Which brother? I’m having a hard time differentiating on the dickhead scale.”
“Oh.” He looked startled. “Ah, Michael. But, all of them, I guess.”
So Michael was a big brother. She should have seen that coming. “Great. Apology accepted. You’re welcome.” She started to rise.
“You’re mad at me? Hey—wait a minute.”
She waited.
“Look, I wasn’t trying to mess with your friend.” Chris looked away for a moment. “I wondered if you were doing anything after school. Gabriel’s got a soccer match, if you want to come watch—”
“Are you kidding?” She could barely hear over the heartbeat in her ears. Gabriel must have figured out who she was, must have told Chris. If he hadn’t known already.
“Ah ... no.” He scratched his head, pushing hair out of his eyes. “I’m actually pretty serious—”
“Look. Chris.” She dropped onto the bench again and gripped the edge of the table. “I’m not going to sleep with you,” she whispered fiercely, feeling her cheeks flush. “I’m not going to mess around with you under the bleachers. I don’t give hand jobs in the men’s room, or—”
“Wow. You like to get all this out of the way up front, huh?”
“Whatever you’re playing, someone else has tried it, okay?” she said. “I wish you all would just stop screwing with me and leave me alone.”
The table was dead silent for a moment.
Then he stood up. “Sure.” He paused. “You can have the lunch.”
She didn’t look at him.
He hoisted his bag onto his shoulder, then tossed some paper onto the table in front of her. “I’ll see you around, Becca.”
When he was gone, she looked up. An envelope sat on the tray, the corner stuck in the greasy cheese of the pizza.
She picked it up and opened it. Three twenties.
You’re probably thinking I owe you my life.
No. Just sixty bucks.
