“Good.I want to have sex with you too.”
“But… like, can we notplanit?I mean, I don’t want to have it in your truck or my car.I don’t exactly want roses and candles either.”That’s what Graham did, and I definitely don’t want a single thought of Graham in my head when I’m with Jonathan.“Can we make the decision when it feels right?”
“As long as there’s no chance of being caught by anyone,” he adds, the smile still on his face.“Besides, my fighting days are over.I can’t lose this scholarship.”He flashes a wicked grin, and I’m suddenly nervous about what he’ll say next.
“Don’t say it,” I warn him.
“I was just going to say that it’s better to be a lover, not a fighter, right?”
I groan.“That was so awful.You’ve only been living with Collin a day, and you already sound like him.”
“That needs to change immediately.”Jonathan leans in and kisses me.And kisses me.And kisses me.
A rapid knock on the glass separates us.“Stop that!”The librarian’s scolding reminds us that we’re not alone.The knocking gains everyone’s attention.
“Definitely don’t want to get caught.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
My parents won’t let me sleep overanymore after the summer’s over,” I tell the boys as we park our bikes outside the store.“They said I’m getting too old.”
“They’re probably afraid we’ll play Suck and Blow.”
Of course Collin references the card game just as Mr.Busey walks out of the store.I smile like he didn’t just hear what he heard.He eyes us like we’re delinquents.
“Dude, why do you say the dumbest things?”Jonathan asks with an exhausted eye roll.
“No more ’90s movies,” I declare.“You’re being corrupted.”
“What?Clueless is a classic.But seriously, should we invite people over and try it?”
“No!”Jonathan and I shout at the same time.I don’t want to imagine having to pass cards from mouth to mouth by sucking to receive it and blowing to pass it.The card would never move past Collin when, in his lame attempt to kiss the girl, the card wouldaccidentallyfall.
We make our way to the back of the store to pick out sodas.
“Hi, Bridget.Hi, Melanie,” I say, offering a smile to the two girls lingering in front of the coolers.
When they turn to find me, they start laughing, like I’m an inside joke.I have no idea what’s funny.We were friends most of middle school.But at the end of eighth grade, they stopped talking to me for no reason.
Collin thinks it’s because they have a crush on Jonathan.But so does half the middle school and even some high schoolers.Whatever.I won’t let them ruin my summer.I cried over them enough.
“Hi, Jonathan.Hi, Collin,” they practically sing in unison.
“Ladies,” Collin says in greeting, tipping his baseball hat like he’s from 1950.They giggle.“You’re terrible friends.”
Their mouths drop.I bite my lip to keep from smiling and focus on the blur of sodas in front of me.Jonathan nudges me with his shoulder and gives me a wink.My mouth stretches into a smile.
Kids, pizza’s here,” Jane calls down to us while we’re arguing about which movie to watch first.
“Footloose,” Collin yells at the same time Jonathan and I yell, “Underworld.”
“You both suck,” Collin harrumphs, standing up.
“Well, you blow!”I yell back as he heads up the stairs.At the same time, Jane comes down, carrying the pizza box.I cover my mouth with my eyes bugged out.
Jonathan and Collin begin laughing so hard; I want to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night.Jane doesn’t react at all.
“Here’s some paper plates and napkins,” she says, setting everything down on the coffee table.“Boys, use the napkins, not your shirts.And, Sadie, don’t pick up after them.They need to learn.”
