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get you,” Ryan agrees.
I nod and look out the window to see larger houses now. We turn another corner and stop partway down the street. The house is huge. I wonder whose it is.
A second later, Brooke and Lane come running out in short, tight dresses. They’re both wearing black with bright colored heels. Brooke’s wearing red and Lane has on some pink ones. They both have their hair curly, and seeing them dressed almost exactly alike kind of freaks me out. Ryan, on the other hand, thinks it’s hot.
“Man, I’d love to get my hands on both those girls, Carter. It would be like twins or something. But better somehow.”
I laugh. “You can have them both if you want, Ryan. You know that.”
Ryan elbows me because the girls are opening the door and I’m supposed to get out. I do, letting Brooke sit in the front with Ryan. As soon as I get in the back seat, Lane scoots over so that she’s really close to me.
“How was your meeting with Vandelya?” she asks me.
I turn to her. “It was kind of weird,” I start. But then, I remember that she asked me not to tell them that she cried. Why would she care about them so much? Who cares what they think?
“How was it weird?” Lane asks sweetly. She leans into me, and I can already smell the alcohol on her breath. How much has she had to drink already? Geez.
“I don’t know. We just kind of wrote answers down and stuff. We didn’t talk, so I think we could have just done the work in class.” I lean back, wondering why I kept her secret. Am I still into Vandelya? Or am I into the girl I saw near the pond? And since they’re the same girl, I guess I have to like both of them.
“Carter? Can you hear me?” Lane’s voice breaks through my inner monologue. She’s got her hands wrapped around my upper arm. Something about it turns me on, and I flex it some. She giggles.
“Sorry,” I say as I lean into her. “I was just thinking about how great you look tonight. I really like that dress.” Man, I sound like a jerk. But she likes it. I can tell by the way she keeps blinking and smiling at me.
“Thanks,” she says as she reaches up to pop my collar. “I like that Abercrombie. I was waiting to see you in some real clothes. Those ripped jeans aren’t acceptable in Mason, Carter.”
I smile to hide the fact that I want to punch her. She’s so superficial.
“Well, I like his ripped jeans. It proves how down to earth he is,” Brooke chimes. She turns around and winks at me. “She’s a little drunk right now,” she whispers. Then, she turns to face the front. She puts her hand on Ryan’s upper leg, and he swallows.
“I’m not a little drunk,” Lane argues. Then she laughs. She leans into me once more. Her chest is resting against my arm, and I can tell that she isn’t wearing a bra. She has some high expectations. And mine are not that low. She might be easy, but I am not interested in something like that.
But I will pretend to be for Ryan, who is now glancing from the front seat. It’s like he’s watching over me or something. “You’re fine,” I say as I place my arm around Lane’s shoulders.
Ryan smiles and pulls into the driveway of Colton’s house. His house is huge too, and I hope that they don’t plan on being invited to mine.
“Come on,” I say as I pull Lane out of the car. She stumbles and leans against me. And I put my arm back around her shoulder so that I can support her. She pushes up on her toes and kisses my cheek before patting it affectionately.
This time, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Why did you let her drink this much?” I ask Brooke as we walk up.
“I fo und her in her room like that. I didn’t let her drink any more when I got there, but it didn’t help at all. She’s still pretty bad, and I’m sorry about that.” Brooke pulls away from Ryan for a moment. She leans into me, and I can tell that she’s been drinking too. She just isn’t nearly as bad. “Just don’t take advantage of her right
I nod and look out the window to see larger houses now. We turn another corner and stop partway down the street. The house is huge. I wonder whose it is.
A second later, Brooke and Lane come running out in short, tight dresses. They’re both wearing black with bright colored heels. Brooke’s wearing red and Lane has on some pink ones. They both have their hair curly, and seeing them dressed almost exactly alike kind of freaks me out. Ryan, on the other hand, thinks it’s hot.
“Man, I’d love to get my hands on both those girls, Carter. It would be like twins or something. But better somehow.”
I laugh. “You can have them both if you want, Ryan. You know that.”
Ryan elbows me because the girls are opening the door and I’m supposed to get out. I do, letting Brooke sit in the front with Ryan. As soon as I get in the back seat, Lane scoots over so that she’s really close to me.
“How was your meeting with Vandelya?” she asks me.
I turn to her. “It was kind of weird,” I start. But then, I remember that she asked me not to tell them that she cried. Why would she care about them so much? Who cares what they think?
“How was it weird?” Lane asks sweetly. She leans into me, and I can already smell the alcohol on her breath. How much has she had to drink already? Geez.
“I don’t know. We just kind of wrote answers down and stuff. We didn’t talk, so I think we could have just done the work in class.” I lean back, wondering why I kept her secret. Am I still into Vandelya? Or am I into the girl I saw near the pond? And since they’re the same girl, I guess I have to like both of them.
“Carter? Can you hear me?” Lane’s voice breaks through my inner monologue. She’s got her hands wrapped around my upper arm. Something about it turns me on, and I flex it some. She giggles.
“Sorry,” I say as I lean into her. “I was just thinking about how great you look tonight. I really like that dress.” Man, I sound like a jerk. But she likes it. I can tell by the way she keeps blinking and smiling at me.
“Thanks,” she says as she reaches up to pop my collar. “I like that Abercrombie. I was waiting to see you in some real clothes. Those ripped jeans aren’t acceptable in Mason, Carter.”
I smile to hide the fact that I want to punch her. She’s so superficial.
“Well, I like his ripped jeans. It proves how down to earth he is,” Brooke chimes. She turns around and winks at me. “She’s a little drunk right now,” she whispers. Then, she turns to face the front. She puts her hand on Ryan’s upper leg, and he swallows.
“I’m not a little drunk,” Lane argues. Then she laughs. She leans into me once more. Her chest is resting against my arm, and I can tell that she isn’t wearing a bra. She has some high expectations. And mine are not that low. She might be easy, but I am not interested in something like that.
But I will pretend to be for Ryan, who is now glancing from the front seat. It’s like he’s watching over me or something. “You’re fine,” I say as I place my arm around Lane’s shoulders.
Ryan smiles and pulls into the driveway of Colton’s house. His house is huge too, and I hope that they don’t plan on being invited to mine.
“Come on,” I say as I pull Lane out of the car. She stumbles and leans against me. And I put my arm back around her shoulder so that I can support her. She pushes up on her toes and kisses my cheek before patting it affectionately.
This time, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Why did you let her drink this much?” I ask Brooke as we walk up.
“I fo und her in her room like that. I didn’t let her drink any more when I got there, but it didn’t help at all. She’s still pretty bad, and I’m sorry about that.” Brooke pulls away from Ryan for a moment. She leans into me, and I can tell that she’s been drinking too. She just isn’t nearly as bad. “Just don’t take advantage of her right
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