Page 6 of The Fight

“Regardless, maybe I wanted to follow him too. Like, the thought of being with someone so dangerous—someone I watched just beat the brakes off another guy—it…”

“Turned you on?”

“I was going to say excite me,” I laugh.

“Same thing. Why did it stop at a kiss, though? Shay always follows through.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you aren’t the first girl he’s lured to the locker room after a fight.” I can practically picture her brows rising as she stares at me through her lashes the way she always does when she’s being serious.

I groan. “Great.”

“Shit happens. But back to the story…”

I roll my eyes. “That’s it. We made out a bit, he pushed me up against the wall, ran his hands under my shirt for a second, but then someone walked in. And when they walked in, I pushed him away and walked out.”

“Damn, cockblock.”

“I was actually thankful. When we kissed, I was ready to go as far as he would. I was in, like, a haze, but when I heard the door, all of that went away, and I realized I couldn’t follow through. I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Don’t think you’re ready? For what, a one-night stand?”

“I swear if you get weird, I’m blocking you and never talking to you again.”

She doesn’t say anything, just breathes quietly on the other end.

“I’m a virgin.”

“Oh. I don’t know what I was thinking, but that wasn’t it,” she laughs. “So you haven’t been dicked down yet—it isn’t a big deal. It’ll happen when it happens, but I have to admit I’m glad itdidn’thappen with Shay. You deserve better than him.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“Do I really have to answer that? You met him—I’m sure you can pick it up.”

“I guess. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just questioning shit because that kiss was…”

“I swear if you say magical, I’ll be the one blocking you.”

I laugh out loud. “Whatever. It was something, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get too tangled up in it. Shay is bad news. He’s cool or whatever, but the moment you let him think he can control you with his dick, it’s over. Just be careful, okay?”

“Okay,Mom,” I quip sarcastically. “We’ll catch up more later. I need to peel myself out of bed.”

“Later, sweet cheeks!”

I disconnect the call and throw my phone on the bed somewhere beside me, then pull the sheets up over my head.

“Well, good morning.” I hear my mom’s voice sound out from the direction of the door.

“Ugh! I just want to sleep.”

The sheet tugs from my face, and my mom stares down at me with a smile. “Sleep tomorrow. I have some exciting news I want to tell you over dinner.”

I level my eyes with her blue ones. “Mom, it’s like 10:00 a.m. I think I have a while to sleep before dinner,” I laugh.

She shrugs and drops the corner of the sheet she’s been holding. “Fair, but this isn’t a typical dinner. We’re going to head to the Clear View Country Club, so look your best. Maybe wear your hair up. You know I love it up.”

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