Page 38 of Our Darkest Summer
I leaned back against the headrest, rolling my neck. Hell, I wanted to fill her, just not the way she thought.
Fuck.
I could, but where’s the fun in that?I typed, then deleted it. Connor had most likely told her already. My thumb hovered over the screen, before I scrolled up.
Thu, Feb 4 at 2:01 a.m.
SAGE
Please tell me you’re staying away from my history class today. I’m finally teacher’s pet.
ME
Not a chance. I only missed it because of my coach. In nine hours, I’m all yours.
SAGE
Your coach, huh? So do I just call him and tell him you don’t work your ass off and he grounds you? Or how does it work?
Strictly asking out of curiosity.
ME
Try harder, Wise Girl. Until then, see you in nine hours.
Thu, Feb 4 at 2:37 a.m.
SAGE
Are you planning anything for your birthday?
ME
Yeah. Peace and quiet.
If this is about the party Connor wants to throw, my answer is still no.
If not
Maybe you could come over?
SAGE
Second down. Two words. One and five letters. I and C. Definition: A carefully restrained threat of acceptance, laced with curiosity and poor impulse control.
ME
I love poor impulse control
SAGE
I don’t think I ever heard you use that word. You two must be very intimate.
ME
We were. Nowadays I have my eyes on someone else
Thu, Feb 4 at 2:54 a.m.
