“You look amazing,” I said.
She blushed. “Thank you. I decided to let my hair down, literally and figuratively.”
“Does your awesomeness have anything to do with a guy? Maybe Austin?” She’d been quite territorial, telling Nina to stay away from Austin.
She hung her arms over the back of her chair. “Austin and I hooked up at the Music Farm on Saturday,” she whispered. “He asked me to the ball. By the way, we missed you. Elvira said she texted you, but you were busy.”
Busy brooding and being frustrated over Mom, school, and Train.“After Friday, I needed some time to recharge. The first week of school was crazy.” I wasn’t lying.
“Are you going to the debutante ball? Maybe with Train?”
“Ha. You’re funny.” If my mom was going, then I should go too, and I was curious to see what a Southern ball was all about. “Tell me more about Austin. Why haven’t you guys hooked up before now?”
She shrugged a small shoulder. “I’d always been afraid to approach him. He’s such a man whore. But on Saturday, something between us clicked.” She sighed with a dreamy look. “His eyes are like melted chocolate, and he has a smile that makes my stomach flutter.”
I knew that feeling all too well, only the guy I was swooning over had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen and brown, shaggy hair that curled at his nape. And the way he’d handled my body in that weight room had soaked my panties. I still couldn’t figure out why he’d pulled away, though.
Reagan studied me. “You know Train likes you.”
I busted out laughing as I sat back in my chair. “What planet are you on? Have you seen how he talks to me or treats me?”
“That means he likes you, but he’s afraid. Nina screwed him up. Give him a chance. He’ll come around.”
I doubted that, but I couldn’t help but flash back to Friday and his erection poking through his gym shorts.Yum.
No sooner had I sighed than Train swaggered in as though he didn’t have a care in the world, zeroing in on me and only me.
“See how he’s looking at you?” Reagan whispered.
I was concentrating on his denim-encased legs. Scratch that. I was riveted to his groin. I couldn’t get the image of his hard-on out of my head until I read his T-shirt. In bold black letters, the word “punk” popped out against the white fabric. What had me angling my head and pinching my eyebrows was that it appeared he had taken a red Sharpie and wrote the letter S in front of the word punk.Odd.He’d seen me draw my tagging signature in my notebook during class on Friday. But I didn’t understand why he would wear a shirt with Spunk written on it.
“I told you he wants you,” Reagan whispered. “I’ve known Train a long time, and his eyes are screaming for you.”
All I saw was a guy who was ready to start trouble.
Train dropped his notebook onto the desk. The sound reminded me of someone slapping bare skin.
“Where’s that novel you were reading?” Reagan asked in a mocking tone. “Did you learn anything?”
I loved her.
Train grimaced. “I learned plenty. Didn’t I, Montana?”
Reagan turned her head toward me so fast, I would be surprised if she didn’t get a kink in her neck. “Do tell.”
“There’s nothing to tell. Train tried a move or two from one of the scenes in my mom’s book then petered out.” I licked my lips. “Didn’t you?”
He raked his gaze over me. “I see you ditched the good-girl outfit. Please tell me you burned that ugly blouse.”
“In your honor.” I leaned over my desk. “What’s with the wording on your shirt?”
He pulled out his phone then proceeded to text something on it.
My phone vibrated in my lap. I opened the text from Train.I know what you did. So if you keep teasing me, I’ll make sure Principal Flynn knows that it was you who vandalized school property.
I shot a glare his way then typed a reply.How am I teasing you? And what do you mean I vandalized the school?I was dumbfounded to say the least.
First, my mom accused me of tagging. Now Train was under the impression I’d done something to school property.
