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an eyebrow. “Your mom still isn’t back, right? You need a place to stay. They won’t care, they’re nice people.”
“I’ll figure it out,” she says, but she’s tracing the patterns on the table with her finger and the way she looks right now, all frail and small and helpless, makes me think of a little kid. I want to protect her. I need to protect her.
“You’ll come home with me,” I say, and it’s not a question. It’s a fact. “My parents are asleep and I’ll just sneak you in. No one needs to know if you don’t want them to.”
She frowns and I can tell she wants to refuse the offer, probably even punch me again. I put on my charming smile and try really hard to look like the kind of guy she can trust. “I have a huge bedroom. I’ll sleep on the futon and you won’t even notice I’m there. And my bathroom connects to my room so you can stay hidden if you want.”
“You have your own bathroom?” she asks, her shoulders leaning forward.
I nod eagerly, hoping she’ll agree to come home with me. And this is the first time in my life that I’ve thought this without any kind of sexual ideas in mind.
Of course . . . if she wanted to . . .
I shake my head to clear it of unwanted thoughts. I’m genuinely trying to be Keanna’s friend here. I can’t go all horn dog on her now. Even if I don’t say my desires out loud, I’m sure she’d pick up on it.
I hold out my hand to her, palm up on the table. “What do you say?”
She stares at my hand and then at me, her eyes far away in thought. Finally, she slaps my hand in a horizontal high-five. “Yeah, okay. I could do that. Do I get to shower?”
“Of course.”
Ohmygod Jett, do not think of her in the shower.
“And you won’t tell anyone?”
I mime zipping my lips shut. “Not a soul.”
Just when I think she’s about to say yes, her shoulders fall and she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t keep mooching off of strangers.”
“Hey,” I say, leaning over the booth to grab her had. She flinches, but I hold on. “You’re not mooching and I’m not a stranger. I’m your friend. And yes I’m your friend who thinks you’re smoking hot, but I can also behave myself.”
Her cheeks go bright red at my compliment and I have to resist sending a dozen more her way. I’m used to the way girls act when I flirt with them, but this time it feels different. This time I’m not just spewing line after line of dumb shit to make a girl swoon. This time I mean what I say.
Damn, I might be in trouble.
But then Keanna brightens and says, “Okay fine. Let’s go.”
And suddenly my shitty night just got a whole lot better.
Chapter 11
After I’ve agreed to go home with Jett, the entire atmosphere in this McDonald’s seems to warp into an uncomfortable silence. Jett seems happy with my decision, he stops asking me a million questions, and although I’m glad to be off the interrogation chair, the silence is still weird. I guess I can’t win when it comes to these kinds of situations. If I had a home to go back to, then I wouldn’t be in this predicament. For the first time in a long time, resentment towards Dawn grows to a level that I can’t exactly ignore.
“You ready?” Jett says when the fries are gone. He shrugs his head to get the dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. That’s what makes him look different tonight.
“You normally have your hair gelled up,” I say as we clear out of the booth.
“I went swimming tonight so it got all messed up,” he says, running a hand through it.
“In your awesome pool?” I recall the massive and elaborate backyard paradise from when I ate breakfast over there. It had a slide, a diving board, and an entire rock waterfall on one end. Had that really only been a day ago?
“Nope, at the lake,” he says, pushing open the door and holding it so I can go first. “Lake party, remember?”
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
His face warps as he bites the inside of his cheek.
“I’ll figure it out,” she says, but she’s tracing the patterns on the table with her finger and the way she looks right now, all frail and small and helpless, makes me think of a little kid. I want to protect her. I need to protect her.
“You’ll come home with me,” I say, and it’s not a question. It’s a fact. “My parents are asleep and I’ll just sneak you in. No one needs to know if you don’t want them to.”
She frowns and I can tell she wants to refuse the offer, probably even punch me again. I put on my charming smile and try really hard to look like the kind of guy she can trust. “I have a huge bedroom. I’ll sleep on the futon and you won’t even notice I’m there. And my bathroom connects to my room so you can stay hidden if you want.”
“You have your own bathroom?” she asks, her shoulders leaning forward.
I nod eagerly, hoping she’ll agree to come home with me. And this is the first time in my life that I’ve thought this without any kind of sexual ideas in mind.
Of course . . . if she wanted to . . .
I shake my head to clear it of unwanted thoughts. I’m genuinely trying to be Keanna’s friend here. I can’t go all horn dog on her now. Even if I don’t say my desires out loud, I’m sure she’d pick up on it.
I hold out my hand to her, palm up on the table. “What do you say?”
She stares at my hand and then at me, her eyes far away in thought. Finally, she slaps my hand in a horizontal high-five. “Yeah, okay. I could do that. Do I get to shower?”
“Of course.”
Ohmygod Jett, do not think of her in the shower.
“And you won’t tell anyone?”
I mime zipping my lips shut. “Not a soul.”
Just when I think she’s about to say yes, her shoulders fall and she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t keep mooching off of strangers.”
“Hey,” I say, leaning over the booth to grab her had. She flinches, but I hold on. “You’re not mooching and I’m not a stranger. I’m your friend. And yes I’m your friend who thinks you’re smoking hot, but I can also behave myself.”
Her cheeks go bright red at my compliment and I have to resist sending a dozen more her way. I’m used to the way girls act when I flirt with them, but this time it feels different. This time I’m not just spewing line after line of dumb shit to make a girl swoon. This time I mean what I say.
Damn, I might be in trouble.
But then Keanna brightens and says, “Okay fine. Let’s go.”
And suddenly my shitty night just got a whole lot better.
Chapter 11
After I’ve agreed to go home with Jett, the entire atmosphere in this McDonald’s seems to warp into an uncomfortable silence. Jett seems happy with my decision, he stops asking me a million questions, and although I’m glad to be off the interrogation chair, the silence is still weird. I guess I can’t win when it comes to these kinds of situations. If I had a home to go back to, then I wouldn’t be in this predicament. For the first time in a long time, resentment towards Dawn grows to a level that I can’t exactly ignore.
“You ready?” Jett says when the fries are gone. He shrugs his head to get the dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. That’s what makes him look different tonight.
“You normally have your hair gelled up,” I say as we clear out of the booth.
“I went swimming tonight so it got all messed up,” he says, running a hand through it.
“In your awesome pool?” I recall the massive and elaborate backyard paradise from when I ate breakfast over there. It had a slide, a diving board, and an entire rock waterfall on one end. Had that really only been a day ago?
“Nope, at the lake,” he says, pushing open the door and holding it so I can go first. “Lake party, remember?”
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
His face warps as he bites the inside of his cheek.
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