Page 20 of My Almost Ex

“What do you care?” she snipped.

Those two hated one another.

“Rumor is you’re going with Justin?”

She smiled and nodded. Justin was class vice president, and although he was a great guy, he wasn’t right for Cora. Cora bossed him around and he followed her around like being vice president meant kissing the president’s ass. “I am. And I heard you’re taking Amara?”

“Yep.” He stole a fry from her plate, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Adam, you really need to improve your social circle.” Cora slid her tray away, but we all knew that Toby would try to snag another just to piss her off before he left.

“What are we gonna be?” Adam asked me, straddling the bench so he was as close to me as he could be without getting in trouble. His hand absentmindedly ran along my lower back.

“I already told you, you’re Doody,” Cora said, laughing again.

“What is she talking about, Luce?” Adam took a chicken nugget from my plate and swallowed it in one bite.

“Well, I figured we could go as characters from Grease.” I shrugged.

“Isn’t that a movie? I thought the theme was Broadway?” Toby asked.

“And to think people say you’re a dumb jock.” Cora rolled her eyes. “It was a Broadway play first.”

“Thank you for the useless tidbit of information.” Toby narrowed his eyes.

“Well, you should expand your knowledge to other things besides a pigskin ball that flies through the air.”

Adam snaked his hand around my waist and tugged me closer. I loved that he wasn’t embarrassed to show people how much he loved me. Everyone in town thought we were young and blinded by hormones, but what I felt for Adam wasn’t puppy love.

“What is she talking about?” he whispered and sneaked in another kiss right below my ear.

“If you don’t stop, we’re going to get detention for being handsy.”

He laughed. “They’re not going to chance the game.”

Sadly, he wasn’t wrong. “I want to be Frenchy.”

“Frenchy?”

“You’re going to drop out and go to beauty school?” Toby asked.

“Whoa, look whose light bulb just turned on!” Cora gave him a saccharine smile.

“Tell me, Shefield, what’s a bootleg play?”

“Right after you tell me the chemical formula for glucose?”

“Forget them, who is Frenchy?” Adam asked.

I slid my tray over to him because he would eat the majority of my lunch anyway. “She’s a character from Grease.”

“I thought Sandy was from Grease?”

I was surprised that he’d been paying attention when I made him watch the movie with Chevelle and me a few months earlier. I’d thought he was just trying to feel me up under the blanket the whole time. I guess he could multitask. “She’s the main character.”

He ate the rest of my chicken nuggets as though he hadn’t devoured his entire lunch minutes earlier.

“Frenchy is the one who dyes…” I nodded and he shook his head. “Luce, we’re Danny and Sandy, not Frenchy and whoever.”

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