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Sawyer
“I just need twenty-five more,” I whisper. “That’s it.”
Oakley frowns. “You said that last time.”
To be fair, he has a point. But that was for the wedding, which was almost two weeks ago. This bottle is to maintain my weight loss.
“I really have to study—”
“You already got accepted into Duke’s Heart, remember?”
I don’t understand why he’s being so difficult about this. It’s not like I’m asking him for actual drugs.
“I know, but we still have a few more exams coming up, and they really help me concentrate.”
His jaw works. “Then maybe you should go to a doctor and get a prescription for them.”
“Last bottle, I promise.” I lean in. “I just want to end my high school career on a high note. Plus, I just found out today that I’m up for valedictorian.”
His eyebrows raise. “Really? Shit. That’s awesome, short stack.”
“I know.” I can’t help but smile. The news just about made me pass out from happiness. “But it’s between me and Miles Wilson, and you know how smart that kid is. I can use all the help I can get.”
“Fine, I got you.” He wags a finger in my face. “But this is the last time.”
I’m totally okay with that. “Dea—”
“What’s the last time?” Cole interjects, sliding his arm around my waist.
Shoot. The hallway was empty twenty seconds ago.
“That she insists on tutoring me on a Saturday,” Oakley yells. “It’s fucking up my schedule. I’m done with this shit.”
I give Oakley a grateful smile.
“Dude, relax,” Cole exclaims. “Sawyer’s trying to help you graduate this time, remember?”
Oakley looks sheepish. “Yeah, I know.”
“Don’t worry, douchebag. She can’t tutor you this upcoming Saturday,” Bianca says as she joins our little circle.
Color me confused. “Why?”
“I need you to go shopping with me.”
I’d rather put a fork through my eye.
I look at Cole for help.
“She can’t. We have plans.”
Bianca’s eyes narrow. “It’s almost a week away. What kind of plans could you possibly have that I don’t know about?”
Good Lord. Stalker much?
Cole gives me a lopsided smile. “The kind that involve not having any clothes on.”
Bianca crinkles her nose. “Gross.”
I slap his arm. Just because we’re having sex—okay, great sex—doesn’t mean he has to a
“We’re going to the movies…and then Christian’s.”
It’s the only believable thing I can think of. Plus, we haven’t been there together since the shit hit the fan way back when, and I want to prove to everyone that Cole and I are doing just fine.
Put Casey and the rest of those shit-talking bitches in their place.
Bianca shakes her head. “No movies. What I have pla
Cole leans in, his breath tickling my ear. “What I have pla
I fight back a shiver. Safe to say I much prefer his plans to hers.
Bianca whacks him with her notebook. “Again…gross.” She leans against my locker. “Look, big bro, I’m go
I glare at her. “Hey—”
“Fuck no,” Cole says.
“Great. Then keep your dick in your pants and let me steal your girl for one afternoon.”
“Bad idea, bro,” Oakley grumbles. “Trust me.”
Bianca flashes him some teeth. “Don’t worry, unlike Oakley’s hoes…I’ll give Sawyer back.” She blows me a kiss. “See you on Saturday, lover.”