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The way the sister was staring at me, one would think I was a whore. H-O-R-E. I would find that motherfucker one day.

A few moments of silence passed before she continued.

"I pray you have both learned your lesson. Temptation is the product of the devil. Do not give in. God rewards the chaste."

I thought the lesson was sex equals death, but okay.

My hand raised. "I have a question, Sister."

"Go ahead." She said while picking up her coffee cup.

"There was nothing about anal sex..." Coffee sprayed out of her mouth while Gio choked down a chuckle. "What's God's stance on that?"

GIOVANNI

Nova made me laugh today. I didn’t laugh. Not for my friends, not for my family and certainly not for her. Atlee had been trying for years to crack my stony exterior, but I had that shit down to a science. No one took jokers seriously.

Atlee for example. He could have the most brilliant idea in the world and my father wouldn’t listen to him. He wouldn’t even give him the time of day. Which was too bad because Atlee was an intelligent man, but no one would ever know. Even his vehicle choices said flashy playboy. Who wanted to drive aroundin a corvette? This shit was small and cramped. How the hell was I supposed to stretch my legs in this bullshit?

“Get a better fucking car.”

“Whoa.” Atlee roiled his eyes my way. “Someone’s in a bad mood.”

Novalee Ford tended to do that. Years of control went out the window with a mouthful of chocolate and questions about anal sex. The look on Sister Anne’s face was kind of funny though.

“Are you smiling?”

“What? No.”

Atlee’s brow arched. “You know I can see your face, right.”

“How about you concentrate on seeing the road.” I’d prefer not to die in his stupid sports car.

He looked down at his speedometer then back at me. “I’m going thirty.”

“Just shut up and drive.” Okay, so he wasn’t going that fast, but he also wasn’t watching the road. The windshield was in front of him. Not where I was sitting.

“Do we need to have one of those talks girls do?”

“What?”

“You know, where they get all gushy and talk about their feelings and shit.”

What the hell was wrong with him? “Why the fuck would we do that?”

“I don’t know.” Atlee shrugged. “Kendall says it helps.”

“You’re kidding, right.”

“Maybe we should try it? Kendall has a good relationship with her friends.”

“You mean those two faced backstabbing bitches who talk shit about each other?” The devil didn’t have shit when it came to the evil of popular girls.

Atlee stopped and thought for a second before nodding. “Fair enough. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t work. Wouldn’t it be nice to unload on someone?”

“I’ll unload on your face.”

“Why so violent?”

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