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his gaze burning into me—the girl he’d vowed to nail by the end of summer.

Early March, Two Days After the Last ParlorFly Chat Message, Private Chat
    T-Rex Alvarez: U there?
    10:43pm
    T-Rex Alvarez:  . . . ?
    10:45pm
    Lana Peyton: Hi.
    10:46pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: Damn. U cold or what?
    10:46pm
    Lana Peyton: I just thought we agreed to cut this out.
    10:47pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: U agreed.
    10:47pm
    Lana Peyton: God. I told you—things went too far. You’ve got a girlfriend, and this isn’t right.
    10:48pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: That didn’t bug u much the 1st time. And the 2nd. And the 3rd.
    10:48pm
    Lana Peyton: I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
    10:49pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: Ur not serious. Cum on Lana.
    10:49pm
    Lana Peyton: I can’t believe you want to keep on with this. I never thought I’d be a cheater, and it’s disgusting. I liked you, Rex, but I have to wonder what kind of person you are now.
    10:50pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: Same kind of person u r.
    10:50pm
    Lana Peyton: Fuck you.
    10:50pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: Invitation? I have a better idea. Cum 2 my room for real.
    10:50pm
    Lana Peyton: Stop joking around.
    10:52pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: No joke.
    10:52pm
    Lana Peyton: I’m not amused.
    10:52pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: ??? U there?
    10:54pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: K. Have it ur way. Do u no how many girlz would want to b in ur place?
    10:55pm
    Lana Peyton: Famous last words, Rex.
    10:55pm
    T-Rex Alvarez: WTF duz that even mean?
    10:56pm
    Lana Peyton has blocked T-Rex Alvarez.
    10:56pm

5
    I was still under the heat of Micah’s gaze as he stood by his car. I was rooted to the ground, my knees too weak for me to run or hide, when another girl went over to him.
    She looked like she’d just stepped out of a NASCAR wet dream with short shorts that cupped her butt, cowboy boots, and a red tank top that showed off her ample charms. A bottle blonde with hairsprayed hair and lipsticked lips, holding a green bandana in one hand while she draped her other arm around Micah’s neck.
    He smiled at me across the distance—a sideswipe grin that told me he thought it was funny that I couldn’t drag my gaze away from him—and rested a hand on NASCAR’s butt.
    As a flush raged over my skin—damn, sometimes it sucked to be a blonde—the crowd hooted, the girl pressing herself up against Micah and pulling him down for a kiss.
    He kept watching me, including me in the kiss like this was some kind of threesome, or like he was letting me know that this girl could be me, Shelby Carson, with a little more hairspray, lipstick, and willingness. All it’d take was one word.
    Yes
. And that’s exactly what I was hearing in the back of my mind: a soft whisper, a sigh of surrender that melted through my bones.
    Yes
. His lips, hot and urgent, a first, scary kiss from a guy I shouldn’t be anywhere close to. His mouth against mine, slow and insistent, wrong and right . . .
    As the girl threw her other arm around his neck, bringing him even closer, I made myself look away, crossing my arms over my chest. Making myself breathe again because, somewhere along the line, I’d stopped, as usual.
    Everybody was still cheering him on as I gazed at the small group that lingered by the Impala. The driver leaned against his door, and he was big one. Not Hulk-big, but stocky in a former glory-day wrestler kind of way. It’d been a while since he’d been in high school, too.
    â€œEvie,” I said. “What kind of party is this?”
    â€œIt’s supposed to be a kegger.” She followed my gaze to the Impala crowd, her voice so casual that I knew she was trying to get my mind off Micah’s little show. “But now I’m not so sure. All I know is that’s Brian Taggert who’s driving the Impala. He went to school over in Arbuckle.”
    A county rival, and his friends were quietly talking to him, jerking their chins toward Micah. Then Brian pushed away from his