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Even in the dark, I could see him scan down my body and back again. There wasn’t much to see with my arms wrapped around my knees and my chin resting on top of them. If I hadn’t been in this position, though, I knew I would most definitely not look like a boy. I’d developed earlier than any of the other girls in my grade back home. By fourth grade, I was wearing a B cup bra, and by the time they started getting their breasts in middle school, I was already rocking a double D cup. It was just another thing to be made fun of. Still, this guy didn’t know what was hidden.

“You’re most definitely not a dude.” His tone was husky and gruff, like he liked what he saw but was equally annoyed with it.

“Thanks for confirming what I already know.” I was already annoyed with the situation and wanted to get out of here and away from him.

I abruptly stood and removed his sweatshirt, which was now soaked. “Thanks. I should be going now.”

He hopped up with ease, letting me know he was probably an athlete. For a brief moment, I wondered what was underneath his clothes. But only for a moment.

“I’ll walk with you.”

“You don’t have to.” I didn’t want to have to make conversation with him. I wanted to get back to Trent’s, take a nice hot shower, and then fall asleep until the weekend was over.

“We’re going to the same place. It would be stupid for us?—“

“Then keep quiet. I don’t want to talk.”

Tucking his hands in the pockets of his shorts, he chuckled.

“What?”

There was still humor in his voice as he spoke. “Nothing. I just think you’re probably the first girl I’ve ever met who doesn’t want to talk.”

I started off the way I came and shot off over my shoulder. “Well, I’m not most girls.”

“I’m beginning to see that.”

CHAPTER THREE

SLADE

I saw her leaving again out my window, off on another run. She ran too much, and that was saying something coming from someone who had two-a-day practice. I wasn’t sure what she was trying to forget or escape from, but whatever it was, it was intense.

Pulling on my tennis shoes, I hustled down my stairs and hit the pavement. I was tired and didn’t want to chase after her, but I couldn’t leave her to her own devices. What if she went into the water again, and this time there was no one to save her? I didn’t care that she said she wasn’t trying to kill herself. Maybe it wasn’t intentional, but she could have died.

Right?

She hadn’t sputtered when I brought her up. She was only a little out of breath.

I could see her figure leaning against a telephone pole. We were close to the beach. Again. She always ran this way.

“Are you going to join me or not?” She shouted.

I hadn’t planned on it. I tried to keep enough distance between us, so she wouldn’t know I was following her. Seemed I’d failed at that endeavor.

Picking up my pace, I reached her side and looked her over. Her legs were long and lean from running. Her waist was tiny with tits that I wouldn’t mind getting acquainted with. I knew they’d be more than a handful to my large hands.

“What are you doing following me?” she huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts, only amplifying them more.

“Eyes up here, big boy.” The humor in her voice didn’t escape my notice, and when my eyes locked on hers, she smirked. “Now, do you want to tell me why you’ve been following me every night?”

“I didn’t see you at school,” I added in my head today, yesterday, or the day before.

Kicking off the tree, she started to run. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, rising up and down with each stride as I matched her pace beside her.

“Maybe I’m homeschooled.”

“Doubtful. Does your mom know you’re ditching school?”

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