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Which is how I end up on house arrest in August, staring moodily at the desktop computer Four let me cart into my bedroom. So far, my options are limited:
On Craigslist, there’s an ad for an assistant at a record store. The ad specifically requests a female, 18-25, picture required with submission of resume.
Double ugh.
I keep clicking. There’s an internship for a PR assistant for a musical group in England, but what are my chances of getting that?
I’m calculating how much of my soul to sell to get Pearl off my back when I hear, “Kenzi!”
It’s strange. It’s Jason’s voice, but it sounds nearby. I open my bedroom door, but I don’t see anyone.
“Kenzi! Over here!”
I turn around and yelp when I see him. My room is on the second floor, and Jason is in the window. He’s grinning like an idiot, perched on the tree branch like a goddamn monkey.
I open my window, a smile I can’t help plastered on my face. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Busting you out, obviously.”
“Is Donovan here?”
Jason points down. Donovan stands at the bottom of the tree, his hands in his pockets.
“I don’t have a death wish,” Donovan says.
God, my boys are a sight for sore eyes.
“Alright,” I say, “scoot over.”
Jason reaches out and takes my hand. Carefully, I climb out the window and follow him onto the tree branch. Jason’s strong arm winds around me, and I don’t worry about falling, not when I’m in his grip. We shimmy from branch to branch, and Donovan reaches up to help us down one by one.
“Nice getaway car,” I say as I hop off the tree, brushing myself off.
The golf cart sits on Four’s back lawn.
“We work with what we’ve got,” Donovan says. He then climbs into the driver’s seat.
“Wait, Donovan is driving?” I ask as I climb in the back. Jason piles in beside me, his long limbs squished in the tight space.
“I had the same thought,” Jason says. “I felt safer in the tree.”
“I can drive just fine,” Donovan says, and the car lurches forward unconvincingly. I grip the side to stay in place.
“Where are we going?”
“Where aren’t we going?” Jason answers mysteriously. He has a cat that swallowed the canary smile—like he has some big Mona Lisa secret he can’t wait to share with us.
I’ll admit it: my crush on Jason has only gotten worse the more we hang out. How couldn’t I? He’s a beautiful boy, with linebacker shoulders, a disarming smile, and he’s taller than most of the adults I know. His dark hair blows in the wind as we start down the road, and I itch to run my fingers through it and mess it up.
His arm brushes against mine as we bounce down the road, those fine hairs tickling, and it makes me shiver. Donovan glances behind him, and I must have drool on the corner of my mouth because he rolls his eyes at me.
Donovan is beautiful in a different way—a quiet, brooding boy with sharp features and intense dark eyes.
It’s strange to me that I found myself attached to these two boys all summer. Stranger still that, once September rolls around, I’m going to go back home to Queens and I won’t get to see them every second of every day anymore.
“We’re here,” Donovan announces as he pulls the golf cart off the road and into a parking lot behind a giant warehouse.
I ask. “And here is…?”
