Page 52 of Breaking Rules
“In here!” Montana said. Her hair was mussed as though I’d had my way with her, but I didn’t have time to tell her to fix it.
Her mom came in, grinning at us as if she thought we were the cutest couple. “Hi, Train. Are you two working on your computer project?”
No. Your daughter is torturing me into jacking off as soon as I leave here.“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. I had an idea for your app as I was driving home.”
Montana closed the laptop screen. “Great.”
“What if you two were to build an author app for me? I could post updates and other information similar to my website, but with the app, they wouldn’t have to type in my web address. They could just tap on the app.”
I glanced at Montana. “That might be a good idea.”
Montana slapped my thigh. “You didn’t like that idea when I suggested it in class on Friday.”
I hadn’t been listening.
Ms. Smith tilted her head. “Honey, are you okay? You look a little out of sorts.”
“Fine,” she said quickly.
I pushed to my feet. “I should go.”
Montana got up too. “I’ll walk you out.”
Ms. Smith said good-bye as I was almost running out of the house. When Montana and I were on the porch, I said, “Our preliminary report on the app is due Friday. So let’s get together and outline the specifics.”
She stuck her hands on her hips. “Now you want to work with me?”
“We both need to pass.” And if working with her meant she would straddle me, then I would be a fool not to do my part.
She sighed. “So did Coach say anything about the door?”
“Montana, don’t worry about that. If you didn’t do it, relax. And Coach bitched for a few minutes.” He couldn’t blame any of the team. We’d been playing the game.
“Any idea who might have?” she asked.
“Maybe if you straddle me again, we can brainstorm ideas on who done it.”
“That was a one-time deal,” she said so seriously.
Maybe I should consider asking her out, then.
