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"She's fine. She said Heather's brother offered you the same deal. If you want to work there, you could talk to them about hours."
I grunted. I loved Heather. I was thankful Brandon let me work behind the bar, but serving the Fallen Crest prissy crew was not my idea of fun. Still...
"Okay," I told him. "Let me start school, figure out my community service hours, and I'll decide then."
"Sounds very responsible of you."
I could hear the smirk over the phone. "Har har."
He chuckled. "Okay, seriously. Don't stab anyone."
"Will do, captain."
"And don't be a smartass."
"You're pushing it." I was teasing, and smiling. I didn't even recognize myself.
He barked out a laugh. "I gotta go. Do me one last big favor?"
"Yeah?"
"I want to know what you're doing for community service by the end of next week. You have to get on that. I mean it. You time is running out. You have to get it in for court approval or you're in violation. They'll take you to juvie if you don't."
"Okay." Off to find Taz. "I'll start today."
"And I want you home at a decent time tonight."
"Decent?" That'd mean eleven or midnight in most families.
"Two in the morning," he said. "I want to know where you're going tonight. Got it?"
