Page 32 of The Anaconda Downstairs

Everett plopped down into the seat next to me. “Is this a girls only club, or can guys join too? Might be a good place to find a date.”

From the depths of made-up imaginary book club hell, I blurted out, “You wouldn’t like it. Next month we’re readingSnake Women are from Venus.”

He tipped his head at me, looked into my eyes just like he had last night on his front porch, and said, “I think I read the sequel,Snake Tamers are from Mars.”

I only just caught all three of the girls staring at us both open mouthed, and Declan glaring with his arms folded. No one said a word for at least a hundred and two years. Until Dec broke the silence. “You two are so strange.”

I’d take strange over busted any day.

BESTIE'S FACESPACE GROUP POST

[Pic of a yellow anaconda wearing blue and orange cowboy hat, curled around a football and a microphone]

NAME OUR SSSSTAR.

Hey, Besties.

We’ve got some exciting news... and it’s a little scaly. Meet the newest artist at the Simply The Best record label.

But there's one small problem: She needs a great name so we can help her launch her career.

That’s where YOU come in. We want YOU to help us name our new sssuper sssstar.

Here’s a few things about her to help you pick out a name.

- She a yellow anaconda (and yes, they can be pets.)

- She likes to wear little snake hats.

- She likes a nice warm house and lives in Kelsey's neighborhood

Drop your best snake name suggestions in the comments below. Think BIG—something worthy of a being on album covers.

We’ll pick our favorite and announce the winner in a few days. They'll get a shoutout and a special surprise from us both.

Let the naming begin.

#NameTheSnake #SuperstarSnake #SnakeNameChallenge

KINGMAN BOYS PLAY BETTER WHEN…

EVERETT

Ilaunched myself into the air, snatching the football out of its spiraling arc just before it sailed over my head. My feet hit the ground, and I pivoted, dodging two defenders before sprinting the final yards to the end zone.

“Yes, that’s how you do it, E. King,” the tight end coach, Doyle, shouted as I jogged back to the line. “Whatever you’re on, keep it up.”

I grinned, tossing the ball to the assistant. “Just in the zone, Coach.”

He wasn’t wrong to give me that shout out. I hadn’t played this hot since... well, all season. I lined up for the next play, waiting my turn, and smiled to myself. I couldn’t stop.

Not since that almost kiss.Her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, how she bit her lip when she was concentrating...

Fuck.

I was in deep. Way deeper than I’d ever intended to be.

The ball snapped, and I burst forward, my body on fire as much as my mind.I caught another pass, which I got some cheers for since it should have been out of reach, and still was only half paying attention to the practice.

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