Page 102 of Say You'll Stay

“Wanna fuck?”

She flinches, hearing my voice on the other end, and hangs up. “You’re so weird.”

“Come on,” she takes my offered hand and doesn’t question it at all. “If you get any calls, they’ll go to voicemail. Something to do later.”

“Sure, it’s not like I have to be here in case someonecomes to the office.”

“For what? There aren’t any kids here to get into trouble yet. You’re fine for a little while.”

We are down the hall and on our way to the classes I know are for History and English. “Which one was your favorite class?”

It’s empty here, so there’s no one around to see this. Not that I seriously care.

“Easy,” she says. We pass a row of lockers on our way, and she stops. “This used to be mine.”

432.

It’s a dark blue metal with a faded squirting dick drawn on it. “Nice.”

“Charity,” she scoffs.

“Ah, this would have been mine.” I bang on 433. “Right next to the girl I would have loved to rile up in all of her classes and would have sat behind in every single one of them.”

The subtle torment would have been more torturous for me than her. Pencil pokes to the back. Breathing down her neck and whispering things into her ear while smelling her hair.

“Which class was your favorite?” We’re getting sidetracked here.

I lost hold of her hand back at the locker but watch her walk in front of me. I can imagine they may have called her nervous or quiet here. No one could have called her anything but pretty, though. Because, damn.

“Mr. Hoover, World History.” The doors are unlocked since people are in and out for inspections. There’s a board at the front, maps all over the walls, some motivational posters and a spinning globe on his desk in the back.

“Which desk was yours?”

She picks one off to the other side of the class in the last line of desks. Third row.

I take the seat behind her. “So this would have been mine.”

She laughs and turns around. “Why do you say that?”

She doesn’t see the hand that touches her hair on the side, but her eyes dart to the side to watch. “So I could get under your skin. Annoy you. Cheat off your homework or tests. Poke you with my pencil. Make you react and embarrass yourself.”

Allie scrunches up her face. “You could always just try asking a girl out, you know.”

“Yeah, but what’s the fun in that? It’s all about the chase at first. Plus, you would have had an eye on someone else, so I’d have to fight for your attention. I’d make sure we were group partners, maybe coerce you into a tutoring position. Before you knew it, you’d find it strange if I suddenly wasn’t there one day.”

She drops the smile she had while listening to me. “You would have played me.”

“I would have to see if I really meant something to you.” My fingers move from her hair to the back of her neck and down the center of her back. “I would have waited to see if it bothered you I wasn’t around one day. Maybe snuck into your room one night and see if you could copy your notes for me.”

Allie rolls her eyes. “Why do boys sneak into girls’ rooms? What’s wrong with calling them?”

“Because I wouldn’t get to catch you off guard or see you in your element. Also, there would be the off chance I caught you changing or something and—”

“Lucas.”

“Fine. That’s probably how it would have happened. You are so rigid and follow the rules and you make me want to break them with you. It’s obvious you were off-limits and that every guy would have wanted a piece of you. I would have been the one to actually find my way into your good graces and make a damn move.”

Not sleep around and claim to have had feelings for her. Asshole.

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