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Behind me, Beau clears his throat. “Oh, she’s right, guys. Sorry, I wasn’t aware of the rules. They let us get away with everything when I went here, not gonna lie.”
By “us,” he means the football team, the cheerleaders, and anyone else deemed above the rules.
Not me, though.
Hoo boy, I would have gotten my ass chewed out if I’d ever rolled my eyes at a teacher.
Ugh, did I really just think that? I’m officially the old crone teacher that nobody likes. No wonder Micah’s embarrassed by everything I say and do.
The next thought hits me like a Mack truck. Exactly what was I thinking, dating a football hero? I do not belong in that world. The world where money and fame make it possible for you to coast through life? That’s not for me.
Beau Fontaine is not for me.
A thousand other thoughts occur to me as I fly out the double doors, Beau’s heavy footsteps catching up behind me.
“Mary!”
Once outside, I spit out, “Are you going to follow me all the way home?”
“Obviously,” he says.
“You have football practice. Big game on Friday.”
“I’m aware of that. Micah will get everyone warmed up until I get there.”
“Gee, I wish I had minions to do my job for me,” I say.
“I deserved that,” he says. “Will you please hear me out?”
“No.”
And I’m not slowing down, either. Damn, I wish it had been raining so I would have had a good reason to take my car and drive far away.
“Mary, please!”
“Leave me alone.”
“Why?”
Why? He really has to ask that?
“Because I want to be alone!”
I didn’t want to start shouting until we were clear of the school. I do have enough redneck in me to get into a shouting match in front of the whole town, but I have at least enough class to not do it on school property.
I turn onto my street, and Beau is still on my heels.
“Are you waiting until we’re out of earshot of your coworkers before lighting into me?” Beau asks.
This has me turning to finally face him. “You don’t get to be cute after what you pulled today.”
“What did I pull? I didn’t do the work because I didn’t have the time.”
High school flashbacks, party of two.
I dab the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, and I can’t hold back my angry laughter. “You didn’t make the time. There’s a difference.”
“Because I was spending all my time on football, and when I wasn’t coaching, I was with you,” he says.
