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Authors: Megan Erickson
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Coming of Age, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, New Adult & College
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was beautiful, all blond and happy. Kat smiled at a picture of Amy, clutching a Nutcracker doll last Christmas. Beside it, Kat tacked up a picture of Tara crossing a 5K finish line. “So, are you nervous about your race?” she asked. Tara planned to run her first marathon over spring break in March.
“Yes!” Tara said. “I’m excited but freaking out at the same time. Did I tell you that I ordered one of those 26.2 stickers for my car already so I can slap it on right after I cross the finish line?”
“When I see those stickers on cars when I’m driving, I think, ‘Oh, there’s a completely insane person,’ ” Kat said.
Tara laughed. “Yeah, I know I’m crazy. Actually, after we’re finished here, I’d planned to go for a run. Wanna come?”
Kat shot her a look out of the corner of her eye. “You know that question gets a perma-no from me.”
“I know, but I think you’d like it. Clears your head. Just flushes everything out and refreshes it.”
“Sounds like a plumbing problem.”
“Kat—“
“Thanks for asking, honest. But I’m gonna say no.”
Tara sighed. “Fine.”
Kat smoothed a corner of a photo with Amy and her twin, Natalie. “Alec likes to run.”
“Oh?” Tara said, her tone a little too smug for Kat’s taste.
She shot her friend a glare. “Just making conversation.”
“I think you’re talking about what’s on your mind.”
Kat ignored the comment and stepped back, eyeing the collage of pictures on Tara’s wall. “What do you think?” She overlapped the photos so they looked like one massive shiny heart.
“It looks awesome!” Tara clapped her hands. “You’re so good at this stuff.”
“I’ll take care of the decorating for the two of us, and you take care of the amazing physical achievements,” Kat said, walking back to her side of the room to unload her book bag. Tara followed her. “So, are we going to discuss last night?”
“What’s there to discuss?”
“Um . . . you grinding your ass on Alec.”
Kat turned a glare onto her friend. “There was no ass grinding. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tara folded her arms over her chest. “Really.”
“Yes, really.”
“You both looked pretty flushed when you came back—”
“Well, it’s only normal for a guy to get hard while dancing with a girl—”
“A-ha!” Tara shouted. “You had to be close enough to feel that! Unless he’s got a foot-long shlong, which I highly doubt—”
“Oh my God, we’re not discussing Alec’s anything.” Kat pointed a finger at Tara, who remained silent. Then Kat groaned. “Who am I kidding? I saw him in his underwear this morning and that image is going to be ingrained in my brain forever. Along with you saying the word shlong . What’s with that word?”
Tara shrugged. “It rhymed with foot-long.”
“Whatever, if he can get me to pass this statistics class, I’ll do anything with his foot-long that he wants.”
Tara snorted. “I’ll be sure to tell him that.”
Chapter Seven
K AT SKIP PED—YEP, SHE was skipping like a giddy ten-year-old—out of her statistics class, a quiz paper clutched in her fist. She barely felt the cold as she made her way to the library for her second study session with Alec. When she reached their table, he was already there, head bent over a book. She slammed the paper down on top of his book, startling him.
“Ooooh yeah, read that Mr. Smart Alec! Who’s the genius now?” She placed her fists on her hips, elbows out, and grinned triumphantly down at him.
Circled at the top of the paper in red ink, was 7/10. Yeah, it was a 70 percent, technically a C. And there were only ten questions. But it was a heck of an improvement over 2/10.
Alec looked at the paper and then up at her, a prideful smile splitting his face. “Way to go. See, I told you we could bring these grades up.”
Kat squealed and clapped her hands, again reverting back to her ten-year-old self, knowing Alec wouldn’t mock
“Yes!” Tara said. “I’m excited but freaking out at the same time. Did I tell you that I ordered one of those 26.2 stickers for my car already so I can slap it on right after I cross the finish line?”
“When I see those stickers on cars when I’m driving, I think, ‘Oh, there’s a completely insane person,’ ” Kat said.
Tara laughed. “Yeah, I know I’m crazy. Actually, after we’re finished here, I’d planned to go for a run. Wanna come?”
Kat shot her a look out of the corner of her eye. “You know that question gets a perma-no from me.”
“I know, but I think you’d like it. Clears your head. Just flushes everything out and refreshes it.”
“Sounds like a plumbing problem.”
“Kat—“
“Thanks for asking, honest. But I’m gonna say no.”
Tara sighed. “Fine.”
Kat smoothed a corner of a photo with Amy and her twin, Natalie. “Alec likes to run.”
“Oh?” Tara said, her tone a little too smug for Kat’s taste.
She shot her friend a glare. “Just making conversation.”
“I think you’re talking about what’s on your mind.”
Kat ignored the comment and stepped back, eyeing the collage of pictures on Tara’s wall. “What do you think?” She overlapped the photos so they looked like one massive shiny heart.
“It looks awesome!” Tara clapped her hands. “You’re so good at this stuff.”
“I’ll take care of the decorating for the two of us, and you take care of the amazing physical achievements,” Kat said, walking back to her side of the room to unload her book bag. Tara followed her. “So, are we going to discuss last night?”
“What’s there to discuss?”
“Um . . . you grinding your ass on Alec.”
Kat turned a glare onto her friend. “There was no ass grinding. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tara folded her arms over her chest. “Really.”
“Yes, really.”
“You both looked pretty flushed when you came back—”
“Well, it’s only normal for a guy to get hard while dancing with a girl—”
“A-ha!” Tara shouted. “You had to be close enough to feel that! Unless he’s got a foot-long shlong, which I highly doubt—”
“Oh my God, we’re not discussing Alec’s anything.” Kat pointed a finger at Tara, who remained silent. Then Kat groaned. “Who am I kidding? I saw him in his underwear this morning and that image is going to be ingrained in my brain forever. Along with you saying the word shlong . What’s with that word?”
Tara shrugged. “It rhymed with foot-long.”
“Whatever, if he can get me to pass this statistics class, I’ll do anything with his foot-long that he wants.”
Tara snorted. “I’ll be sure to tell him that.”
Chapter Seven
K AT SKIP PED—YEP, SHE was skipping like a giddy ten-year-old—out of her statistics class, a quiz paper clutched in her fist. She barely felt the cold as she made her way to the library for her second study session with Alec. When she reached their table, he was already there, head bent over a book. She slammed the paper down on top of his book, startling him.
“Ooooh yeah, read that Mr. Smart Alec! Who’s the genius now?” She placed her fists on her hips, elbows out, and grinned triumphantly down at him.
Circled at the top of the paper in red ink, was 7/10. Yeah, it was a 70 percent, technically a C. And there were only ten questions. But it was a heck of an improvement over 2/10.
Alec looked at the paper and then up at her, a prideful smile splitting his face. “Way to go. See, I told you we could bring these grades up.”
Kat squealed and clapped her hands, again reverting back to her ten-year-old self, knowing Alec wouldn’t mock
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