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“Uh, that does make you sound like a dick.”
I shrug, starting the car.
“Are you going to tell me what yourcompellingargument was?” She makes a sour face. “God,pleasetell me you didn’t sleep with her. She’s married and as old as your mom!”
“Hell no. Married cougars aren’t my type. They tend to be too bossy. All I simply said was, I was sure her husband would love to know what her favorite after-school activity was.”
“Which is?” She cocks her head to the side. “Isn’t she the tennis coach?”
“She’s bumping uglies with the PE teacher.”
“Gross.” She sticks out her tongue. “Doesn’t he have a wife and, like, five kids?”
I nod. “Sure does.”
“How do you always know these things? You know everyone’s business.”
I shrug. “I watch people. I pay attention. Not to mention, I work on the school’s cameras sometimes.” I poke her shoulder. “Don’t think I haven’t seen Clint Evans stopping by your locker between periods.”
Her eyes widen, a blush rising up her cheeks, and she shoves my side. “Oh my God! You spy on me?”
“Nope.” I struggle to fight back a smile. “I’m making sure the school is a safe environment for my fellow peers to learn.”
“I’m so sure that’s where yourconcernis.”
“And not to put poor little Clint on blast,butdude calls his mothermommywhen they’re on the phone.” I exaggeratedly shudder. “Some weird shit there. I wouldn’t take on that kid.”
“You’re seriously terrible, you know that?” Her lips twitch into a smile. “Don’t pick on Clint for being a mommy’s boy when I’m sure you have no problem with girls being daddy’s girls.”
“Oh, man, you set yourself up for this one. For your information, I do dislike chicks calling their fathersdaddybecause it’s what I prefer they call me in the bedroom.”
She shoves my shoulder. “I don’t know why I talk to you.”
"I’m your favorite person in the world, that’s why.” I shake my head, clapping my hands. “Now, let’s step away from the daddy talk and move on to serious business. Grab your planner, sweetheart. Pencil me in to pick you up three Saturdays from now. Seven o’clock.”
“Okay,” she drags out. “What’s up with the preplanning?”
“Prom night. Let me know the color of your dress, so we can do all that matchy-matchy bullshit.”
“Excuse me?” She scowls in my direction. “You can’t justtell meI’m going to prom with you.” She throws her arms up, her voice nearing hysteria, like the boring romance movies she forces me to watch. “You didn’t even ask!”
“No need for me to ask. You’re going to prom with me.”
“What if I don’t want to go with you? You didn’t even give me a promposal!”
“Tough shit. You won’t find a better date. Not to mention, I’m the only guy in this school who won’t try to weasel his inexperienced dick into your virginal panties.” He raises his brows. “If you want a promposal, I’ll get one of those banners that fly in the sky or some shit.”
“You’re so romantic.” She crosses her arms, pouting her glossy pink lips. “Have you ever thought that I don’t want my panties to stay virginal?MaybeI want to change that on prom night.”
“Maybe you’ve lost your goddamn mind.” I clear my throat, and my voice grows deeper. “You’re my date. Your panties will remain untouched.” I jerk my thumb toward her planner in the back seat. “Put it in there, circle it with a red marker, and don’t forget.”
She huffs. “What about Leanne, the girl you’vealreadyasked to prom?”
Shit. I fucking forgot about Leanne.“She can either be your sister-date or kick rocks.”
“I amnothaving a sister-date!” she shrieks.
“Looks like she’ll be kicking rocks then. I’ll bribe her to go with someone else.”
