Page 42 of Taming Georgia

“I have to go,” I say, remorse weighing heavy on me.

God, I want to stay here and kiss her. Better yet, I want to take her somewhere private and kiss her more.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I step back, tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Can I see you this weekend?”

Her eyes light up at my question. “I’d love that. Yes.”

“Do you know where Gallop Park is?”

She nods.

“I can meet you there at six. At the bench beneath the overpass by the river, at the far entrance. Do you know where that is?”

“I do,” she answers.

“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smile, still unable to believe that I finally kissed Georgia.

“Six o’clock,” she says.

“Six o’clock.” I squeeze her hand before opening the study room door and walking out.

My smile is short-lived. Halfway across the library, I’m met by two of the biggest douches in school.

“You realize that the study rooms are surrounded by windows? What, didn’t feel like taking her home to the ghetto to make out?” Kevin says.

His loyal follower, Dwight, laughs.

I don’t have time to deal with them. I walk out of the library and turn down the hall. Their annoying footsteps follow me.

Just go away.

“You got it on video, right?” Kevin says to Dwight.

“Sure did,” Dwight’s squeaky voice replies.

I wonder if he’s ever going to hit puberty.

“Good, because Beckett owes Georgia a hundred bucks. He’s never going to believe it without the video.”

The hopeful excitement that danced around in my belly just moments ago is replaced with bile threatening to come up.

I stop and jerk around. “What are you talking about?”

Kevin’s eyes go wide in mock concern. “Did Georgia not tell you about the bet?” He holds up his hands. “Wait, please tell me you didn’t think she actually liked you, did you?”

He’s an asshole, and my better judgment tells me to ignore him and just walk away. But I don’t.

“What bet?” I ask through clenched teeth, my head starting to spin.

“Last weekend at Beck’s, Georgia said that she could get you to do anything for her.” He looks to Dwight. “Didn’t she say something about having Wyatt wrapped around her finger?”

Dwight nods. “Something like that.”

Kevin shrugs. “Yeah, so anyway, Beck said that he didn’t believe her, and she bet him a Benjamin that she could get you to kiss her this week. I know you’ve probably never seen one, so I should clarify. A Benjamin is another name for a hundred dollars because Benjamin Franklin is on the hundred-dollar bill.”

“Fuck off. Like I’d believe anything you say.” I turn to leave.

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