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Her smile faltered, and she pouted. “I guess.”

The first bell rang, saving me from the awkward tension. We stood, and I made a quick excuse to head to my locker, needing my history book. When I opened it, there was a small note folded neatly on top of my stuff.

I’ll take the two dares.

I crumpledthe note in my fist, shoving it into my pocket. A rush of excitement and disappointment hit me at once. She didn’t want to break up with Evan, but at least she was playing along. I had all weekend to think up dares. It hurt, though, knowing she wouldn’t end it with that asshole. Evan was the worst kind of guy—the kind who peaked in high school and would fizzle out the second he stepped foot in college. Presley deserved more than that.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. By the time the final bell rang, I was already out the door, hurrying toward the gym where I knew Presley would be practicing. The hallways cleared quickly, everyone rushing to kickstart their weekend. I found a spot near the gym entrance, leaning against the wall, waiting. The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, casting a gray light through the windows.

And then there she was, rounding the corner with her blonde hair loose, framing her face. My breath caught for a second, and I stepped forward, blocking her path.

“Shit!” she gasped, nearly bumping into me. “You scared me.”

I smirked. “Avoiding me?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she stood her ground. “No. Why would you care? You’ve got Reagan,” she spat, her voice sharp.

I pushed a hand through my damp hair, letting it fall messily across my forehead. “Your jealousy is showing, Pres.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “She’ll sleep with anyone.”

I raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “She’s your best friend. Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true.”

“Is that supposed to make me stop?” I challenged, bouncing on the balls of my feet, keeping her pinned with my gaze.

Presley slipped around me, her expression hard. “Just make sure you wear a condom.”

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “You’ve got two dares, remember? Be prepared for Monday.”

She stopped and turned, hands on her hips. “When’s it your turn?”

“When you finish your dares. You asked for one and didn’t follow through, so now you get two. That’s how this works.”

She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “I should’ve chosen truth.”

I laughed softly, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. “Might’ve been worse. I won’t go easy on you, Pres.”

She sighed, shoulders sagging for a moment before she straightened up. “You never did.”

Without another word, she turned and yanked open the gym doors, the smell of her perfume lingering in the air as she disappeared inside. My heart raced, and I wanted to chase after her, bury my face in her hair and breathe her in, but I stayed rooted to the spot, my hands clenched.

“Hey!” a voice called from behind.

I turned to see Reagan walking toward me, her grin wide, but I stifled a groan. Almost home free.

She placed her hand on my chest, tilting her head. “Are you sure you can’t come out tonight?”

“No,” I said quickly, stepping back a bit. “I’ve really gotta help my mom. Maybe next weekend?”

Her face brightened at that, eyes gleaming. “I’d love that. Maybe dinner?”

I forced a tight smile. “Possibly.”

She leaned in, pressing a kiss to my cheek before skipping off toward the gym. I let out a breath, shaking my head. Reagan was going to be a problem—and it was entirely my fault.

CHAPTER 7

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