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He’s really going to let me go with her.
“Have a good day.” He slaps me on the ass as I turn to join Shelbie.
“Oh my God,” she breathes.
“I know.” We share a secret smile and head for first period.
Conner: I wish you were here right now. We could sneak into that storage closet...
I bite my lip and squirm on my chair.
Me: And...
Conner: Do I need to spell it out for you, K?
Me: You might need to.
Conner: Fuck, I need you. I always need you, babe.
The final bell rings and the class breaks into chaos as kids jostle to get out first. I hang back, packing my few supplies into my bag. I quickly text Conner back before going to meet Shelbie.
Me: I’ll call you later.
Conner: You’d better.
I practically skip out of class.
“Someone’s happy,” Shelbie greets me.
“Conner and I were texting.”
“Of course you were.” She laces her arm through mine. “Come on, let’s go.”
We make the short ride to Joker’s in Shelbie’s car. It’s actually her dad’s car, so she doesn’t get to use it all the time, but thank God she does today because rain lashes down on the windshield as we make our way to her place.
“Home sweet home.” There’s a slight tightness to her words.
Shelbie and her dad live in the apartment over the bar, but since he’s always working, she spends a lot of time up there alone.
“Come on.” She motions for me to follow.
As I expect, the apartment is empty when we file inside.
“You want something to eat? Drink?”
“Just a soda.” I scan the apartment. It’s nothing fancy. There’s an old leather sectional dividing the living area from the kitchen. The walls are a pale grey littered with posters and MC paraphernalia. It’s messy, not unclean, but it lacks a woman’s touch.
“You want to go to my room? Or we can sit out here.” Shelbie looks a little nervous, and I realize she might think I’m judging her.
“You know I live with an alcoholic and his psychotic son, right? This makes their trailer look like the Four Seasons.”
Relief seeps into her expression. “You think?”
“Never be ashamed of where you come from, Shelb. I’m not.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You’re totally right.” Her expression softens. “Do you want to talk about it... about what happened, I mean?”
“No, I really don’t.” I blow out a long breath. “I just want to enjoy this. Thanks, by the way, for inviting me here. You didn’t have to do that.”
