I burst out laughing. “You would never.”
“She definitely would,” Travis says. “I’d listen to the woman.”
“No.” I shake my head and turn back to her. “I’m calling your bluff, Retha. You would never embarrass yourself like that.”
She bites her bottom lip for a second and looks me over. “Okay.” She slams the door and stomps toward the store.
I gasp. “Holy shit. She’s not serious, right?” I ask Travis.
“I’d say she is.”
“Stop her.” I push his shoulder.
He laughs. “You know I can’t stop Retha from doing anything. You’d have a better chance than me.”
He’s probably right, but I’m not going in there. I set my bottle in the middle console and lean between the seats, staring into the glass front of the store.
My heart speeds up a little when I see Cameron. He’s carrying a bag of chips and a bottle of Mountain Dew, pausing at the cookies near the register. Retha walks straight toward him.
I watch as Retha talks to Cameron and he stares down at her, seemingly amused. He laughs once when she motions toward the car. He glances over and I duck behind Travis.
“This is such bullshit,” I say. Travis snorts a laugh. I wait a moment, and when I peek in the store again, Cameron is staring at Retha, tilting his head as if confused. She continues to talk, and with his eyebrows hitched up, Cameron looks toward the car again.
He sees me, and his mouth flinches with a smile. No way. Does he actually believe her? Retha turns and waves at me, before taking Cameron’s arm and leading him to the registers.
I’m going to die. How could she do this? She is seriously hard-core.
“Let’s leave her,” I tell Travis, knowing he’d never agree.
“You made your bed.” He turns off the engine as if we’ll be here for a while. He seems all too willing to participate in my humiliation.
The doors of the 7-Eleven open, and Retha and Cameron walk out. Cameron has a paper bag and a smirk on his face. I can’t believe him. Is he some sort of pervert—thinking girls just give out blow jobs in the backseats of cars? Is that what he’s into? I hope Travis kicks his ass.
Cameron opens my door, and I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.
“Hey, Sutton,” he says, looking down at the soda in my lap instead of at my face.
“Seriously?” I ask him. “I can’t believe you’d even come out here. Are you really that desperate?” I can’t believe I ever thought he was smooth.
Cameron furrows his brow and glances outside at Retha. She laughs and climbs in the front seat.
“Uh . . . sorry,” Cameron says, turning back to me. He fumbles with the bag, reaching inside. “Your friend asked if I could buy this for you. She told me you weredyingfor one.”
“Shit.”
And then he pulls out a sucker from the bag. A lollipop. A Blow Pop to be exact. Cameron keeps his eyes on my sneakers and stretches the Blow Pop in my direction. My cheeks burn with complete mortification. I almost don’t take the sucker, but having him stand outside the door like this is humiliating.
“Thanks,” I say quietly, taking the Blow Pop from his hand. Now I feel sort of bad for calling him desperate.
Cameron straightens up. “Well, this was fun,” he murmurs. “Have a good night.” He closes the door and backs away.
Inside the car, none of us speak as we watch Cameron get into his Beamer and drive off. When he’s gone, Retha turns around, smiling wickedly. “Damn, he’s fine.”
“A Blow Pop?” I ask her.
“Better than a blow job, right? I mean, we don’t just give it away, Savvy.”
“You are so fucking evil.”
