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My brows knit. “What does that mean?”
It’s her turn to shrug. Kicking off the wall, she moves an inch closer. “What happened last night?”
I bite back a smile. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know… one minute I was sitting on the couch with you, and the next I was tucked into bed all cozy and warm.”
“And?”
“Did you carry me to my bed?”
I nod.
“That’s a little embarrassing.”
“Nah,” I assure. “You were kind of adorable. Though you did drool all over my weenus again.”
A gasp sounds from the open door of the classroom, and Miss Salas is there, her eyes wide. “I would watch what you talk about at school, young man!”
Ava’s giggle dies in her throat.
“I think you may have misheard me, Miss Salas,” I say.
The teacher’s brow drops in fury. “Shouldn’t you two be in class?”
“Oh shit,” Ava laughs, looking around us.
I do the same.
The corridors are empty.
Ava taps my shoulder. “See you later, stud.”
I watch Ava walk away for longer than I should, then glance over at Miss Salas still standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. I give her that panty-melting smile Ava used to talk about. “Any chance of getting a late pass?”
* * *
I pick at the food on my lunch tray, wondering how shitty of a person I would be if I offered to pay Ava to start bringing my lunches to school. It sounds like a foolproof plan, but it wouldn’t work for two reasons. One: I’d almost be forcing her to talk to me, and two: I have no money.
“There’s, like, almost 4 billion women in the world, and let’s assume 3 billion of those are over eighteen,” Mitch says, and I don’t know where he’s going with this, but I already want out of the conversation. “That’s like, 6 billion legal boobs.”
“Jesus,” I mumble, dropping my fork and pushing away my tray.
Next to me, Karen murmurs, more to herself than anyone else, “Why do I sit here?”
“Because you can’t resist me,” Mitch says, blowing her a kiss.
Karen rolls her eyes at the same time her phone vibrates on the table. “Thank God,” she whispers, answering the call. “Hey, Ava.”
“What? It’s Ava?” That was me, not being subtle. I try to listen in on the phone call, but Karen shoves my face away, then holds the phone to her other ear. “Yeah, of course.”
My eyebrows kick up.
“I’ll be there soon.”
She stands, her chair scraping behind her. “Later, fuckwads.”
“Wait!” I stand, too. “Is Ava okay?”
