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“Damn, man. I’m impressed.” Crawl salutes my dick as I jerk my pants up.

I flip him off and try to sober myself enough to get to my truck and make the drive to Trenton’s apartment. If I stay at the clubhouse, I’m afraid I’ll wake up to Angel and Crawl trying to measure the length of my cock.

Chapter Ten

Jimmy picked me up for school, but he’s no longer coming into the building. Instead, he’s parked near where I saw my father. I overheard Mom and Prodigy discussing me. Saying that maybe I made it up or saw what I wanted to. Like I need attention and am acting out because of the whole secret little sister situation. On the way here, Jimmy barely spoke four whole words to me.

He’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday and smells like stale cigarettes and liquor. I guess he’s hungover or something. I tried to talk to him, but he told me he had a pounding headache and could I talk less.

I knew our kiss was too good to be true. He doesn’t want me. I was stupid to think there could be anything between us. I’ll chalk it up to temporary insanity due to all the stress.

When lunch rolls around, I fire off a text to Jimmy.

Want me to try to bring you some food out?

I’m all right.

Are you mad at me?

Why would I be mad at you?

I don’t know? You seem off today.

I’m tired. Been a long coupla days.

Because of me?

No.

Before I can text more, Jonesy takes up the seat across from me.

“Hey.” He flashes his signature bright smile my way. Two days ago, I would have given just about anything for him to smile at me this way. Now I feel nothing.

“Do you need something?”

“Who was that guy yesterday?”

“A friend.”

“Just a friend?”

“Yup.”

“Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Or something.”

He laughs nervously. “Right, well. I was wondering who told you about…you know?”

“Your kid?”

“Yeah. That.”

“I can’t remember.

“Was it that guy? Does he know my ex-girlfriend or something?”

“No. And no, I won’t blab it around to anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s none of my business.”