Page 267 of Something Rad
“Robbie.”
My mouth snaps shut as I stare back at her, waiting for her to question me, or blow up on me, or maybe even call me a careless idiot.
But, instead, her face breaks out into a massive smile.
“I can’t believe you,” she chuckles.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused by her reaction mixed with her words.
She catches me off guard, pressing her lips to mine. “I told you I needed something stronger than punch,” she murmurs against my mouth with a grin.
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“Come on! Keep up, Summers!” I shout in a hushed voice, giving Robbie’s arm a firm pull as I drag him behind me.
Robbie’s dress shoes skid against the floor as he nearly stumbles, making a loud squeaking sound. “Shit!” he mutters, making me burst out in giggles just as we round the corner.
I stop in place as soon as we are a few feet down the hallway and I feel comfortably concealed from view. Robbie nearly runs into my back, but quickly recovers. “Jesus, Cooper,” he huffs, straightening his jacket out. “Forget being aBleacher Babe. I should’ve been convincing you all this time to get out on the court.”
“No thanks,” I say. “I’ll leave the playing with balls to you.”
Robbie leans against the locker to his side, raising a brow. “Do I even need to point out the obvious with what you just said?”
I run a hand down my face, shaking my head. “God, no. Definitely not–”
“Because if I remember correctly, last weekend you seemed to love–”
“Robbie,please, stop,” I chuckle, covering his mouth with my hand, which he promptly licks.
I pull my hand back, moving to wipe it off on Robbie’s pants, but he grabs my wrist, pinning it to the locker while he reaches down and digs his fingers into the side of my waist, tickling me.
I burst out in giggles, trying to catch my breath. “Would you stop? The whole point of coming over here was to not draw attention.”
Robbie just barely lets up, giving me the chance to pull away. “Would you give me the flask already?” I chuckle, smoothing my dress out.
Robbie’s laughter fades out, and he puts an arm up on the locker to steady himself. As he looks down on me, the smile on his face slowly fades.
I tilt my head at him, glancing towards his jacket pocket. “Um, today, please?” I ask playfully.
His lips press together, his head swiveling from left to right to make sure no one’s around before he slowly reaches down and slips the flask from his pocket, uncapping it. I stretch my hand out for him to give it to me, and he starts to, but then pauses.
“C’mon, just a little further,” I push.
Robbie rakes a hand through his hair, his gaze flicking up to mine. “Are you sure?” he asks. “I mean, that you want to?”
“It’s just a drink, Robbie,” I say, breathing out a laugh. “I mean, since when are you so responsible?”
Robbie’s eyes squint, his mouth twitching. “Since never, I guess.”
“Exactly,” I grin, plucking the flash from his hands. “Thank you very much,” I say, tipping it back for a shot.
I pinch my nose closed, forcing myself to swallow it down in one gulp. I hand the flask back to Robbie, trying to keep it together, but the burning in my throat wins, and I sputter out a cough. I stick out my tongue, wiggling my arms and legs to let the after effects pass. And then, I’m golden.
“You good?” Robbie asks, eyeing me.
“Never felt more alive.”
