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I close my eyes, instinctively rolling my hips.

“Sometime this week, the police will want to interview you. They’ll ask about Frank Tunstall, the kid I had delivering you notes until Anae intercepted him. There will be eyewitnesses who can corroborate how he bothered you at lunch sometimes, how he had a crush on you and wanted to impress you.”

My eyes flutter open. I frown, but he squeezes my nipple hard and knocks the look right off my face.

“You will tell them that yes, he came over and talked to you sometimes. He passed you notes, one of which was the haiku he gave you Friday. The only one you kept.”

Hedidgive me a haiku Friday, but it wasn’t the one I saw today. It had nothing to do with that girl, it was just a nice haiku about a beautiful girl in a white dress. I took it as a love note from Dare. It made me smile, but didn’t mean much to me because I knew he had his nerd soldiers write it for him.

It clicks into place.

He hadFrankwrite it for him. Probably so that there would be verifiable record of him having written a haiku before to try to impress me.

“You’re framing him,” I murmur.

“Yes. He should have known better than to betray me. The last kid who did went through a plate glass door. Nearly lost an eye.”

I had heard that story, but I didn’t know it was real.

“This one will probably have to serve some time, but he’s only 17, so it shouldn’t ruin hislife, only set him back a bit.” His hand stills, cupping my breast, and he leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I like talking to you about things.”

I reach up and absently slide my fingers through his hair. I have no idea how to feel about all this, but I guess I’m glad he’s talking to me about it, too.

His mouth claims mine, and I close my eyes as I kiss him back. He moves on top of me, still wearing all his clothes while I’m completely naked. I feel bare and breakable beneath his weight, completely incapable of keeping him from any part of me he wants access to.

I also feel like he is very well aware of the imbalance, and likes it this way.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

“Dare.”

“Yes, baby?”

“How do I know you won’t hurt me?”

“Well, it helps not to give me a reason to.” He takes his cock out, leaning over me and lining it up at my entrance. “But at the end of the day,” he shoves his cock into me, “you just have to trust me.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

Aubrey

The restof the week goes just how Dare said it would.

The police come, and I tell them what he told me to.

Frank gets arrested, but no one at Baymont High really believes he did it. Dare was careful so all the evidence lines up against him, but there’s one glaring impossibility: there’s no way in hell Frank Tunstall had the confidence to say all that Dom shit Dare said in the text messages.

Getting away with it only makes him cooler, though. The kids at our school are idiots and don’t realize actual danger lurks in their midst.

I suppose I shouldn’t be so hard on them. I was one of them, once.

Now I know he’s dangerous, but he’s the danger that spends every night in my bed. My guard dog unless I give him a reason to bite me, too.

There’s something comforting about it, but it’s scary at the same time.

For the first few days after the run-in with Hannah, I have a hard time fully shaking the lucidity of our situation even though I don’t talk to her again. The popcorn message is left on read, our date never to be.

Dare ups his efforts, giving me pretty pink flowers, and presents, and the kind of sex I prefer. He makes love to me rather than being so rough, making me come multiple times every night to try to fog my mind again.

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