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Determined to move past my weird infatuation with my classmate, I avoided the places I knew I might run into him outside of school and kept my wits about me when I was in his presence.
Reconciling with Paul had been a lot easier when I had such a bitter taste in my mouth. Besides, he might say the wrong thing sometimes, but at least I didn’t need to worry about Paul decimating his brain cells with every drug known to mankind.
He couldn’t hurt me like that.
Only one person had the ability to do that.
A shadow fell over my desk then, followed by a pair of perfectly manicured hands as they landed on my desk. “Where’s Joey?”
“Hello to you, too, Danielle.”
“Sorry.” She blushed and offered me an embarrassed smile. “I meant to say hi.”
Not bothering to answer her, I resumed my post of doodling in my homework journal, drawing cute little spider webs, while I waited for our teacher to show up.
“Do you know where he is?” she asked in a much more persuasive tone. “He sits with you for history, doesn’t he?”
“He sure does.”
“So, where is he?”
“Joey’s not here right now, but I can take a message and see that he gets it.” I rolled my eyes and gestured to his empty seat. “Come on. Danielle. How the hell am I supposed to know? I’m not his keeper.”
“I’m sorry, I just thought you would know since you guys are—“
“Friends,” I filled in dryly. “Well, I don’t know.” Lies. “I have no idea where he is.” More lies.
“He didn’t come back to class after big lunch.”
No shit, Sherlock. “I don’t know what to tell you.” Except that she need only take a gander around the back of the sheds to find lover boy. No doubt that’s where he would be, along with Rambo, Dricko, Alec, and all of the other potheads in our year. “He’ll show up when he shows up.”
“But this is our last class of the day.”
Nothing gets past you, does it?“Your guess is as good as mine.”
Perfectly timed, the man of the moment himself decided to stroll into the classroom, and I didn’t need to look at his eyes to know that he was high as a kite. The smell of weed coming off his uniform was strong enough to give me a buzz.
Danielle beamed at him. “Hey, Joey.”
“Dan,” Joey acknowledged, dropping his bag on our desk before sliding past me to take his seat on the inside.
Sinking down on the chair next to mine, he rested his elbow on the back of my chair and flicked my ponytail to get my attention. “Molloy.”
“Joe,” I acknowledged, keeping my gaze trained on my homework journal.
“I’ve been looking for you, Joe,” Danielle said. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“About?”
“Are you free after school?”
“I’m never free after school.”
Oh, burn.
I bit back a snicker.
“Oh, that’s okay.” Her tone was forcefully bright. “Maybe lunch tomorrow.”
