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What do I make up? Maybe I’ll say—
The class immediately started laughin’ and pointin’ at me, except for Shiloh. Whose eyes were wide as saucers.
I looked around the room. “What’s goin—”
Shiloh jumped into action, takin’ off her sweater and rushin’ over to me. Wrappin’ it around my waist.
“What?” I coaxed, lookin’ at her. Not understandin’ what was goin’ on.
When Greg announced, “Looks like Aunt Flo came for a visit, Harley,” the class laughed louder and harder.
My eyes shot to Jackson. He was leanin’ back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. A huge smile spread across his face with a gleam in his eyes.
He shrugged. “I guess that’s why you’ve been so bitchy.”
The class fell into a fit of laughter, and Mr. Lenyard shouted, “Mr. Pierce!” Then he warned, “Class that’s enough!”
Shiloh could see it in my eyes, they were gettin’ watery.
“Hold it in, babe. Not here. Not now.”
I nodded, bitin’ my bottom lip again.
It was then that she pulled the squished ketchup packets from my back pockets, and I screamed out, “Jackson! You set me up!”
He put his hand on his chest, fakin’ bein’ hurt. “I wish I could see what you’re talking about, but I can’t get my head that far up your butt.”
My eyes widened. “Look!” I yelled at him, showin’ everyone the splattered packets in my hands. “You put these in my back pockets, so it’d look like my friend came! When it didn’t, you lyin’ piece of poo!”
“Am I supposed to be offended? Because the only thing offending me is your face.”
Mr. Lenyard snapped, “That’s enough, you two!”
“Drop it, Harley. You’re going to get detention. Don’t let him ruin your weekend too,” Shiloh muttered, tryin’ to calm me down.
She was right.
The last thing I wanted to do was let Jackson think he won, but it was the only choice I had. I went and cleaned up in the bathroom as best as I could. Sitting back down in my chair, where I ignored him for the rest of class.
Plottin’ my revenge.
7
HARLEY
As soon as Shiloh and I saw my memaw pull into the car line at school, we rushed toward her SUV. Prayin’ no one would see me.
At least not anyone else.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Memaw Alex asked as I jumped into the front seat and Shiloh got into the back.
“Go! Go! Go!” I shouted, before closing the door behind me.
I needed to get out of there, and it needed to happen fast.
She didn’t wait, steppin’ on the gas and doing exactly that. Out of every adult in my life, she was the one who understood me the most. She said I reminded her a lot of her best friend Lily, who was Shiloh’s Momma and my papaw’s baby sister, with a mix of my momma.
It was an ongoin’ joke between them. Shiloh acted more like my grandma Alex. She was “The Mom” of the good ol’ kids like Memaw had been to the good ol’ boys.
