I sent them pictures of my Montgomery Academy crew. Huge mistake. Micah’s been hounding me ever since.
“I get it, you want me all to yourself, but there’s plenty of me to go around. I’m into polygamy.” He grins.
“I wouldn’t go anywhere near your dirty dick.”
“Hey, I wash it,” he replies in mock anger.
“I see you haven’t changed one bit.” I shake my head.
“What’s there to change? I’m a lovable person.”
I roll my eyes. “So, what are y’all doing on Halloween?”
“You remember Brody? The kid who wears black every day,” Saint says.
“Yeah.”
“He’s throwing the rave to top all raves.”
“It’s going to be super lit,” Micah exclaims.
“Sounds fun.” I sigh, sadness creeping into my voice.
“What’s the matter, chica?” Lo asks.
“Adjusting here is harder than I thought it would be.” They don’t even know the half of it. “I miss you guyssomuch.”
“We miss you too, babe,” Micah says.
“If you can’t come to California for Christmas, there’s always spring break,” Lo states, attempting to brighten my somber mood. “Cheer up, we’ll all be together again soon. And don’t let those assholes giving you problems steal your thunder.”
“You know what… you’re absolutely right. I’m going to smile and hold my head up high. I will not let my current circumstances bring me down.”
“That’s my girl.” She puts her palm to the screen. “Give me a virtual high five.”
I laugh, feeling better already.
We talk a little longer. Micah begs for Kate’s number again, which I vehemently refuse to give him. Later, I check the window one more time before going to sleep.
If Maverick doesn’t show, I’m going to Lorena Bobbitt his ass.
I draw the line at fucking with my GPA. Hopefully, he’s just running late, but I have a niggling suspicion that isn’t the case. Would he sabotage himself to spite me? I fear the answer is yes.
“Well done, you may take your seats,” Mr. Barnes says to Ryder and Ivan, then pointedly looks at me. “Will Maverick be joining us?”
“I don’t know, but I can do the presentation without him.”
“That’s out of the question.”
I have to ace this assignment. My future is on the line.
“Can I speak to you after class?”
He sighs irritably. “Yes.”
The bell rings and I trudge to Mr. Barnes’s desk under his reproachful gaze.
I steel my resolve and forge ahead. “Can we have an extension? I realize allowing us more time isn’t fair to the other students, but—”
