Carter has an away game, as you probably know. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.

“Carter gave me your number,” she explains. Carter’s mom,” she offers for clarification. It’s a woman’s voice, but not one I recognize. It’s a phone number I don’t recognize, so I slide a bookmark between the pages and close my book, grabbing the phone and answering it. My cell phone starts vibrating in my cup holder, so I glance at the screen. It’s lunch time on Friday and I am sitting in my car, eating a PB&J and reading the new book I bought to review for the school paper. Bringing a hand up behind me and cupping my neck, he draws me close and bends his head to seal our deal with a kiss. “Thank you.”Ĭarter smirks and takes a step forward. Sure, he made me bargain for it, but I sort of can’t believe he’s willing to do this for me. Relief trickles through me and I feel myself soften.

I don’t have a dress, I don’t have the money to buy one, and no, before you offer, I do not want you to buy me a homecoming dress.” Lighting up my phone, I see we both have less than a minute to get to our next class. “I’ll agree to three fucks, but not homecoming. “I’m not going to homecoming,” I tell him. Twice, and you’ll be my date to homecoming, which will likely mean a third time. Or not let you, if that’s what you’re in the mood for.”Ĭarter shakes his head. Throw the math test, and I’ll let you fuck me. “You want me to prostitute myself, is that it? You want to fuck me? Fine. “If you have to ask that, maybe you don’t deserve to be the class salutatorian,” he suggests.

Creeps me out to imagine you calling out my name and talking to a kid.” “I’ll name the baby after you,” I deadpan. “The pleasure of knowing that for once, you made a positive difference in my life?” I suggest hopefully.Ĭarter smiles and shakes his head. “I need to bomb this test,” he says, following along. I need you to get a B in math, which means…”

The AP biology class you took last year puts you ahead of me if you ace all your classes this year, even if I ace mine, too. Ignoring him, I go on, “I can’t catch you, though. The corners of Carter’s mouth tip up in amusement. Your damn rally girl is in the spot between me and you, but the counselor thinks I can catch up to her if I work really hard.” “And if I bomb the math exam, you’ll catch up?” If I don’t catch up to you, I’m never gettin’ out of this town.” I’ll end up at University of North Texas in Dallas, and I’ll have to commute from home. If I don’t graduate second in our class, I can’t afford to go. “Remember I told you about the school I wanted to go to? Top ten percent isn’t enough for a full ride anymore, only valedictorians and salutatorians get it. This is lower than I want to stoop, but not as low as I could go, so I try to soothe myself with that.

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