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“You can say his name. I also kinda snapped at him in psychology,” I said with a proud smile. “He was asking for it. But it felt good to let it out.”
“I’m glad you’re done with him. You deserve better. And Sawyer is a much better fit for you, anyway. I don’t care how perfect everyone thinks Carter is. Guy is a loser.”
I nodded at her words, sighing a little. “I wish I had realized that sooner. Much, much sooner.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Annie reached over, resting her hand on top of mine. “He was the one who screwed up. You did nothing wrong. You’re done with Carter. Forget about him. Don’t even make eye contact with him whenyou see him around school. You don’t need him.”
I created a little sandwich with our hands and rested my other hand on top of hers, grasping it tightly. The little comforting smile she sent me made me believe her words even more. Annie had never led me astray.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
It would have been nice to have a wholesome moment with my best friend, but Miss Wilkinson was in the room before I knew it, already scribbling away on the chalk board.
I couldn’t really focus. I kept thinking about Sawyer. About how he got the best friend approval and how he said he’d be taking me out on Friday. I had to hold back a squeal. It would be fun, just the two of us on a proper date. I still couldn’t quite believe that I was going out with Sawyer Westbrook, but reality was quickly setting in.
I just hoped he wasn’t going to take me to some overly expensive place. Did he think that would impress me? Because all I wanted to do was spend time with him. To just have him close and feel his touch and kiss him all night long.
Just like the other night, when I sat on his lap, our lips pressed together. We had been dangerously close. I had felt him. His hard length pushing into me…
I still hadn’t got that out of my mind. At how hard he felt. Not to mention howbighe felt. What would it be like to have his hands on me?Allover me? I wanted to know. I really did…
I cleared my throat and shook my head. Latin class was not the time to be thinking about that… But Sawyer had well and truly taken over my mind.
Chapter 41
SAWYER
My room was a mess. Every drawer had been pulled out. Books was scattered all over the place. My paintings – some finished, some only half-done – had been tossed to the floor, the canvases covering the carpet.
My date with Holly was tonight, and I wasn’t about to make a bad first impression. Well, that had already happened. Years and years ago. But I was trying to make a good first impression as herboyfriend. My lips twitched, the label bringing a smile to my face.Boyfriend. I was Holly Sutton’s boyfriend.
Sliding open my closet doors, I gave the few pairs of jeans I owned a quick once over. I shoved a hand through the pockets of my light blue pair and hissed out a “fuck” when it gave me nothing in return. I said a quick mental prayer in my head as I grabbed my black pair. Thankfully, I had a little more luck upon finding a twenty-dollar note.
My wallet revealed just over a hundred bucks, so the extra bill I had found would come in handy. All I wanted to do was show Holly that I could be more than the boy who lived in a trailer park. I could besomething. Something more. One day. I wanted her to be there with me to find out what that would be.
Money was tight. Most of my work money was going towards rent and food and gas. If I had known Holly was going to take my life with her soft hands and turn it into something so much better, then I would have tried to save a little more.
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I pulled on my best shirt. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a white, long sleeve shirt I got last year – but only because I needed it for a funeral for Marve’s dad. It was still crisp; the shirt only had been worn once. The black dress pants I barely touched came next, and I carefully stuffed my wallet into my pocket. Brodie was letting me borrow his black blazer that fit surprisingly well. No leather jacket tonight.
I gave my dark hair a quick tussle, annoyed at a few particular strands that wouldn’t sit the way I wanted them to. I was trying toimpresstonight. Impressing girls usually came naturally to me. But those girls had never been like Holly. She was on a whole other level. God, she was so far out of my league it was a wonder she even looked at me and sent me those sweet smiles. And here I was going on a date with her.
“Aw, don’t you look nice? Don’t worry, I’ll be outta here soon.”
My head snapped to the side to see a beaming Brodie standing there. The only reason he was going out was because he wanted to give me some privacy for tonight – just in case.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Shut up.” Then I noticed something in his hand. “What’s that?”
Brodie held up the little card. “Postcard from my dad.”
“Yeah? What does he want?”
“Your dad is with mine. He ended up in Wichita the other day. Dad was just asking if we’re doin’ okay.”
I scoffed. “Both of them can get fucked. No offense to your precious father.”
Brodie tore the postcard in half. “No offense taken in the slightest. But seriously. You look nice.” He walked into the room, standing behind me as he looked at my reflection. “Good luck with tonight.”
“I’ll fuckin’ need it.” I pulled at the sleeves of my shirt. Would Holly like it? She had never seen me so formal. And I wasn’t even dressed that nice. It was just the nicest thing I had in my closet.
