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like to keep my word."
     
    "I
know."
     
    "But
I'm also aware that you cared for that guy at some point, and I don't want to
lose you cause I got violent with some asshole that's
no longer relevant."
     
    "Lose
me?"  

 
    Chapter 14: Shane
     
     
     
     
    "Disappoint
you," I corrected. "Not that I wouldn't find pleasure in taking some
of his dignity away." Or watching the pledges use him for batting
practice.
     
    "It's
okay," she said. "He doesn't deserve your attention."
     
    "Your
call," I said. "But only cause I've never given him one more chance
before."
     
    She
pursed her lips.
     
    "If
he contacts you again, that's his luck run out," I said. "So I need
you to tell me if-"
     
    "I
will, Shane. I promise."
     
    I
exhaled.
     
    "And
thanks again for… being so great about this."
     
    "I
just wish you'd come to me the first time this happened."
     
    She
rubbed the back of her neck.
     
    "Cause
this wasn't it, was it?" I asked, cocking my head.
     
    She
raised her face to mine and shook her head. "Not even close, I’m
afraid."
     
    My
heart felt sore at the thought. "Oh, Andi," I whispered, lifting one
hand to her face so she couldn't look away. "Promise me you'll demand
better for yourself from now on."
     
    Her
eyes started to water. "I promise."  
     
    I
let my hand fall to her shoulder. "If only to keep me out of prison."
     
    She
laughed and stepped back. "Deal."
     
    "Good.
Cause I have so much going for me and-"
     
    She
rolled her eyes. "Speaking of all the things you have going for you, how
about another beer?"
     
    "It
seems only right considering how much that little incident seems to have
sobered us up."
     
    "I
couldn't agree more," she said.
     
    My
eyes fell to her ass as she disappeared into the kitchen, and I shook my head
like a wet dog. Now was not the time to let my mind go there.
     
    "Now,"
she said, setting a bottle of Bud down on the coffee table in front of me
before taking a seat. "I think it's time we discuss the elephant in the
room."
     
    "Go
on," I said, assuming she wasn't talking about the hard on I'd been trying
to fight off since I arrived.
     
    "Why
don't you tell me about the secret passion you've been harboring for me that's
just been brought to my attention?"
     
    My
whole chest felt like it was going to take flight. "Well, Mike and I had a
long heart to heart at his place yesterday, and he just had this way about him
that made me want to spill his guts- sorry, my guts."
     
    She
smiled.
     
    "And
he finally got me to admit the overwhelming desire I’ve been hiding all these
years."
     
    She
laughed. "So how long have you been madly in love with me?"
     
    "Easy.
Remember when everyone got really into collecting stickers in second
grade?"
     
    Little
creases sprang up around her eyes. "Of course."
     
    "Well,
I knew I was in deep the first time you showed me your sticker collection."
     
    "Go
on."
     
    "Everyone
else had their stickers all mixed up," I said. "But you had your foamies and your fuzzies and your oilies separated not only by sticker type, but by
theme."
     
    "And
that's when you knew?"
     
    "Pretty
much," I said. "But for a long time I was confused about whether it
was you I loved or if it was just your possum family fuzzies ."
     
    "And
when did you make the distinction?"
     
    "Remember
the day Izzy was pulling you on my skateboard behind her bike?"
     
    "Oh
god."
     
    "And
you tipped forward and scraped half your face on the driveway?"
     
    "And
then I had to cover my face with Neosporin before school every day like a slimy
sea monster."
     
    "Yep."
     
    "I
wish you'd forget that ever happened."
     
    "Are
you kidding? When you said you were going as Zombie Miss America for Halloween,
I knew it was more than puppy love."
     
    "Shut
up." She shook her head and took a swig of champagne. "I was so gross
no one could even look at me. And for real, gross. No special effects."
     
    "I
could look at you."
     
    She
narrowed her eyes at me. "Yeah. I guess you