and make to head over to where Robin is standing in the corner of the gym with his buddies. Cam doesn't release my elbow.
"You won't get in the car with him." It's not a question.
I nod. I won't, but I don't know how he's going to react. I've never questioned Robin before, and our relationship is still so new. If it even is a relationship. I'm not his girlfriend, I don't think, so do I even have the right to dictate to him when he's had too much to drive?
Maybe not, but I can't just let him drive, that much I know.
I gingerly approach him and can now easily see the shine in his eyes, the sloppy slant to his grin. Robin's been drinking plenty, and I can't help but wonder when?
"There she is," he announces and grabs my hand. He pulls me through the door to the boys locker room, now completely deserted.
Before I can even open my mouth to speak, I'm pushed back against the lockers and his mouth is on mine. His kiss is harder than usual, more aggressive and less sweet. His lips move down my neck and for the first time, his hands don't stay in their safe zones. One moves up over my shirt to my chest, so I grab it, and try to push it back down. He obeys, but too much, and it continues down and around back to grab my ass. I reach back and push it away again.
"Rob," I say, trying to get his attention, but he doesn't relent. His hands keep exploring. "Robin, please ," I whisper, suddenly desperate for him to back off.
And with a frustrated groan, he does.
"Come on, sweetheart, I just wanna touch you a little. You're so damn gorgeous," he murmurs and his lips find my neck again, but his hands are finally behaving. "God, how's a man supposed to behave himself?"
I push him back and he stumbles a step before his eyes finally focus on mine. He sighs a resigned sigh. "Alright sweetheart, let's get you home," he says and takes my hand to lead me outside.
I don't move. "Robin..." I hesitate.
His eyes light up, but before he can mistake my hesitation as indecision as to how far I'm willing to go right now - which it most definitely is not - I explain. "You've been drinkin'..."
His eyes narrow. "So?" He doesn't deny it, and I can tell he thinks I'm being judgmental.
"So, I think you should just let Cam drive us home. He can drop you off and then take me home."
For a long moment Robin just glares at me, then he steps forward so there's no room between us and smirks sloppily.
"You worried about me, sweetheart?" he whispers.
I nod. Because it's the truth.
Robin smiles. "Foster ain't takin' my date home for me. How about you drive me and then take my car home. I'll have Lace drive me to your place tomorrow, and I can take you to lunch to thank you for being such a thoughtful, sweet, gorgeous girl." He pecks me chastely on the lips.
My grin is impossible to suppress. He's being so reasonable. And sweet. And I know for a fact that he never lets anyone drive his car. In fact, everyone knows it. He loves it too much.
"You'll let me drive your car?"
His drunken sloppy grin is actually adorable. "I think I will, darlin'."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Present Day
T he last few weeks haven't been awful. My calculus grades are up, no doubt thanks to Sam's tutoring me in the library after school twice a week. My AP English teacher agreed to write a letter of recommendation to NYU, and even though it was submitted late, my mom got the admissions office to agree to include it with my application due to my "extenuating circumstances". I applied to a few local safety schools in the city and also here in Long Island, but I have to get into NYU, it's the only thing that makes me actually look forward to the future.
Before the bell rings to signal the end of first period, Mr. Frank hands out yesterday's quizzes and I can't help but smile and do a small, seated, victory dance at my ninety two. Sam glances back at me and grins as I mouth a heartfelt "thank you". Sam winks.
Carl pinches my arm lightly like she always does when she notices some
"You won't get in the car with him." It's not a question.
I nod. I won't, but I don't know how he's going to react. I've never questioned Robin before, and our relationship is still so new. If it even is a relationship. I'm not his girlfriend, I don't think, so do I even have the right to dictate to him when he's had too much to drive?
Maybe not, but I can't just let him drive, that much I know.
I gingerly approach him and can now easily see the shine in his eyes, the sloppy slant to his grin. Robin's been drinking plenty, and I can't help but wonder when?
"There she is," he announces and grabs my hand. He pulls me through the door to the boys locker room, now completely deserted.
Before I can even open my mouth to speak, I'm pushed back against the lockers and his mouth is on mine. His kiss is harder than usual, more aggressive and less sweet. His lips move down my neck and for the first time, his hands don't stay in their safe zones. One moves up over my shirt to my chest, so I grab it, and try to push it back down. He obeys, but too much, and it continues down and around back to grab my ass. I reach back and push it away again.
"Rob," I say, trying to get his attention, but he doesn't relent. His hands keep exploring. "Robin, please ," I whisper, suddenly desperate for him to back off.
And with a frustrated groan, he does.
"Come on, sweetheart, I just wanna touch you a little. You're so damn gorgeous," he murmurs and his lips find my neck again, but his hands are finally behaving. "God, how's a man supposed to behave himself?"
I push him back and he stumbles a step before his eyes finally focus on mine. He sighs a resigned sigh. "Alright sweetheart, let's get you home," he says and takes my hand to lead me outside.
I don't move. "Robin..." I hesitate.
His eyes light up, but before he can mistake my hesitation as indecision as to how far I'm willing to go right now - which it most definitely is not - I explain. "You've been drinkin'..."
His eyes narrow. "So?" He doesn't deny it, and I can tell he thinks I'm being judgmental.
"So, I think you should just let Cam drive us home. He can drop you off and then take me home."
For a long moment Robin just glares at me, then he steps forward so there's no room between us and smirks sloppily.
"You worried about me, sweetheart?" he whispers.
I nod. Because it's the truth.
Robin smiles. "Foster ain't takin' my date home for me. How about you drive me and then take my car home. I'll have Lace drive me to your place tomorrow, and I can take you to lunch to thank you for being such a thoughtful, sweet, gorgeous girl." He pecks me chastely on the lips.
My grin is impossible to suppress. He's being so reasonable. And sweet. And I know for a fact that he never lets anyone drive his car. In fact, everyone knows it. He loves it too much.
"You'll let me drive your car?"
His drunken sloppy grin is actually adorable. "I think I will, darlin'."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Present Day
T he last few weeks haven't been awful. My calculus grades are up, no doubt thanks to Sam's tutoring me in the library after school twice a week. My AP English teacher agreed to write a letter of recommendation to NYU, and even though it was submitted late, my mom got the admissions office to agree to include it with my application due to my "extenuating circumstances". I applied to a few local safety schools in the city and also here in Long Island, but I have to get into NYU, it's the only thing that makes me actually look forward to the future.
Before the bell rings to signal the end of first period, Mr. Frank hands out yesterday's quizzes and I can't help but smile and do a small, seated, victory dance at my ninety two. Sam glances back at me and grins as I mouth a heartfelt "thank you". Sam winks.
Carl pinches my arm lightly like she always does when she notices some
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