Page 21 of My Almost Ex

“Doody, and Doody is still a T-bird.”

“But he’s not the T-bird. Plus, if you’re Sandy, you can wear black leather pants.” His eyebrows waggled up and down.

I rolled my eyes. “But then I can’t dye my hair.”

Adam understood how badly I’d wanted to dye my hair since a few other girls in our school had done it. But it meant I had to bleach the color out of my hair first, so my mom was against it.

“I’ll admit I like that it will piss your mom off,” he said, which I understood.

Mom hated that I was dating Adam and tried to convince me daily how we were just young love and nothing would come of it. But I knew different.

“So can we?” I asked.

He blew out a breath and glanced at Toby across the table, who had somehow gotten his hands on Cora’s tray.

“You might as well put a ‘kick me’ sign on your back,” Toby remarked.

I put my palm in the air to shut him up. Adam glanced from Toby to me. I bit my lip and gave him my best “come on” look.

He sighed. “Fine.”

I threw my arms around his neck and cast kisses all along his face. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You owe me,” he whispered.

“Miss Davis. Mr. Greene. Please separate.” Mr. Turner stood at the end of our table.

We moved apart and apologized.

The lunch bell went off and Adam picked up my tray as Toby took Cora’s. I had science with Toby and Adam had math.

Adam glanced both ways down the hall at our lockers. “See you later, French.”

He kissed me right on the lips, then slid his tongue inside my mouth. Afterward, he winked and took off down the hall, swallowed up by the class who loved their star football player.

I held my books to my chest and sighed. He was mine.

“You really have him by the balls,” Toby said next to me.

I pushed off the locker and walked with him to science. “It’s called love. You should find it.”

He cackled so loudly, everyone looked at us. “You live in some imaginary bubble. Both of you.”

Toby was just one of many in our town who didn’t believe in us, but I was sure we’d prove them wrong. We weren’t typical high school sweethearts and they’d all see it at our ten-year reunion when Adam and I had a houseful of kids and were still as in love as we were that day.

I guess maybe I was the one who’d been wrong.

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