King dropped me off at my apartment, and left a lingering kiss against my cheek. I was thankful for the streetlight that’d burned out above us to hide the blush it left against my skin.The only kiss I’d ever had with a boy was in sixth grade, and it was for a gifted and talented play. In other words, no guy ever bothered giving me one that mattered. I prayed, even though King was a gentleman the entire night, that we could branch out on a limb and he might be my first.He left me with a promise to take me out again over the weekend, and watched until I made it into the apartment. The quiet sent goosebumps against my skin as I gave my eyes time to adjust to the darkness.Jordan’s room looked empty as I passed by toward the hallway. My foot snagged on something and I stumbled toward the carpeted floor with a heavy thud. “Oh!”A pair of cleats sat in the middle of the living room, the spike on the bottom dug into my ankle on the way down.Stupid boys. Always leaving things around.I cli
Her blush drove me crazy. It trumped over all of the angry reasons I held for hating her, and made me feel warm on the inside. No other girl I’d dated—slept with—whatever, made me feel like Josie.Even with the knowledge that she stood in her room getting ready to go out with another guy. I knew Keith King wouldn’t make her feel like me, even if she didn’t want to admit it, the sparks I felt with her couldn’t be one-sided.Jordan tossed a pillow at my face, knocking my game controller from my hand. “What are you doing? We lost! Are you paying attention?”“It’s just a dumb game,” I said, tossing the pillow back at him.Jordan grumbled when someone knocked on the door. The sun sank low in the sky, which told me it was time for the crawfish broil. Josie spent most of the day locked in her room. It’d been torture waiting on her to come out to pee, just so I could get a glance at her. Jordan stood up to get the door, but I beat him to it.The irrational part of me wanted King to see me, ev
“Work on the last sentence to make sure there isn’t a preposition at the end and you’re finished.”Chad, my first tutee, gave me a lazy smile and worked on rewording his sentence. A sense of pride swelled in my chest at the sight of his accomplishment. I’d always loved to write, but I never thought about helping others.When he finished, he thanked me, signed out and left me in an empty writing center. India groaned while she leaned back and stretched in her corner of the room. She’d dyed her hair pink this week, but it suited her.Her pore-less, coffee colored skin worked with anything it seemed like.“Good job today, Lee. You’re a natural.”“Thank you. It feels good.” I glanced at the clock. “I guess it’s time for me to go.” I grabbed my bag from the floor.India stood up when a guy walked into the room. “You have lunch plans?” she asked.“No, I was just gonna grab something somewhere.”“Matt is taking my spot, want to grab some with me? I’m gonna go to City Pork, they have a killer
I won. It felt hard to believe I’d won against experienced students. The card Professor Mark Duke gave me sat heavily in my pocket. When he asked my major, and I replied with undecided, he smirked, saying, “I think you’ve decided.”I bit my lip on the way to my Honda, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride. Not only for winning, but also standing up to Maverick. Even when his breath hit my mouth and the thought of a talented set of lips driving me up the wall lingered, I didn’t let it.Too many questions remained for me to give into him. Besides the obvious, why did you torment me for four years, but why would Frankie turn out so much different from you, and why does my feelings not matter when it comes to treating girls with respect?Maverick wouldn’t tell me, but Frankie would, if he knew, which I wasn’t sure if he knew or not, but he could help me figure it out.I sank into the driver’s seat of my car, putting my canvas in the passenger seat carefully. My hands shook with excitement
This isn’t going to work. I don’t think I give off a gay persona, but who am I to say? Josie texted her parents, and started pacing the room, picking up random cleats, the aluminum cans from the table and pulling down her dress.Jordan gave me a worried look. “Are we meeting the president, Josie? I mean—your parents can’t be that bad.”She stopped, hands on her hips and frowned. “It’s not my dad, it’s my mom, and she’s strict and never believes you.”“You want to sit on my lap, bro?” Jordan asked from the couch.I slapped the back of his head. “Cut that crap. I’m not sitting on your lap, maybe you should just go into your room and pretend you’re not here—,”“No!” Josie shouted. “She’ll want to see his room. Just be quiet and go along with what I say, please. I have nowhere else to go, and if they catch on, they’ll force me to move back home to Zachary.”I’d never met Josie’s parents, because I never had a reason, but it shocked me to think her parents were so strict. Josie walked over
The chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream slid down my throat but didn’t wash away the thick regret resting there.My mother couldn’t just take a hint and leave. She had to prepare dinner for a guy I’d only hung out with a couple of weeks. No, excuse me, the first guy I’ve ever hung out with.I groaned, letting my head rest against the warm passenger side window of King’s pickup. He chuckled. “I told you not to worry about it, Josie. Your parents aren’t the first parents I’ve met.”I sighed. “I know, but we’ve only hung out a few times, the woman doesn’t listen, and when she does, it goes in one ear and out the other.”King smiled—that lopsided one—and reached over to squeeze my thigh. Since he’d basically inhaled his ice cream cone before we made it back inside his truck, he had a free hand.“You can’t be surprised,” he said, turning his cap around backwards, showing his bright eyes. “I’m sure she’s done this before.”I took a bite to give myself a second to think. I didn’t want him t
The chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream slid down my throat but didn’t wash away the thick regret resting there.My mother couldn’t just take a hint and leave. She had to prepare dinner for a guy I’d only hung out with a couple of weeks. No, excuse me, the first guy I’ve ever hung out with.I groaned, letting my head rest against the warm passenger side window of King’s pickup. He chuckled. “I told you not to worry about it, Josie. Your parents aren’t the first parents I’ve met.”I sighed. “I know, but we’ve only hung out a few times, the woman doesn’t listen, and when she does, it goes in one ear and out the other.”King smiled—that lopsided one—and reached over to squeeze my thigh. Since he’d basically inhaled his ice cream cone before we made it back inside his truck, he had a free hand.“You can’t be surprised,” he said, turning his cap around backwards, showing his bright eyes. “I’m sure she’s done this before.”I took a bite to give myself a second to think. I didn’t want him
My brain pounded against my skull, dehydration danced along my tongue, begging for water. Coach didn’t need to know I’d drank the night before, so I sucked it up and pushed through the pain.When he called practice, I nearly guzzled the entire gallon of water on the sidelines. Jordan snorted, shoving his shoulder into mine. “Looking thirsty, Booker. What’s wrong?”Jordan laid down on his back, hands behind his neck while stretching. “You looked pretty cozy with Josie last night. Do you break all your girlfriends’ furniture?”I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “She’s not my girlfriend.”Jordan rolled his eyes.“Speaking of girls,” I said, grabbing my bag. “Why was Waverly in our apartment? She’s not worth your time.”Jordan wiggled his brows. “She was a pretty good waste of time last night.”I huffed. “Whatever—,”Jordan sat up on his elbows. “You jealous, Booker? Maybe if you’d treat Josie nicely, she’d give you some—,”“Piss off,” I said. “I can get Josie if I want.” Which wa