asks that you wear it in public. That’s a sure sign that he wants you to be his girlfriend.”
“Two: He’ll drop everything and run to Summer the minute she calls him. That’s a sure sign he’s still her minion,” I pointed out.
“Three: He’s had you over twice for breakfast, which is more than any of his prior girlfriends have gotten. He’s introduced you to his family, and that’s saying something.”
“Four: Summer’s mentioned that he was lying, and we all know how good she is at stabbing people in the back,” I countered. “For all I know, he’s trying to gain my trust so he and Summer can publicly humiliate me.”
“Five: We both know Summer’s a lying, manipulative bitch, and the fact she’s trying to scare you off means she’s freaking out. If she was using Brett to plot something against you, do you think she’d warn you about it?”
Good point. That went against Summer’s normal M.O., and that sickening feeling returned, but for an entirely different reason. “So you think he might be legit?”
Morgan nodded. “You know I love you like a sister, and your biggest fault is that you know how to carry a grudge to the extreme. Sure, I’ve laughed alongside you as you called out all the popular kids because, I mean, they deserved it. But this thing between you and Summer is ruining your chances with the hottest guy in school. Let it go.”
“If you start singing that song, I’ll slap you.”
Morgan gave me a goofy operatic rendition of the song from Frozen before hopping on the bed and collapsing into giggles.
I wasn’t immune to the silliness and laughed with her until my sides hurt. “Thanks. I needed that.”
“What are best friends for?” She retrieved Brett’s shirt. “So, if I were you, I’d flaunt this baby right in front of Summer tonight and watch her turn an ugly shade of green. Then, I’d hook up with the quarterback after the game to check out more of his moves.”
I blushed. So far, his moves had been more than impressive. “I’m not sleeping with him.”
“Fine. But at least enjoy some kissie-kissie action.”
My cheeks burned hotter, and Morgan’s grin widened.
“You have, haven’t you? How far did you go?”
I bopped her with my pillow. “Not as far as you’re thinking.”
“Did you go down on him? Did he go down on you?”
“Morgan!” I sat up and pressed my cool palms to my face. “We just kissed. And I might have grabbed his ass. And he might have removed my shirt once, but that’s it. The underwear stayed on.”
“Even though you’ve thought about shedding your panties.”
“It’s Brett Pederson. Most of the girls at Eastline would shed their panties for him.”
“But he’s only interested in one girl.” She pointed to me. “So why don’t you see where things go?”
“I might. But I’m not completely comfortable with it all.”
“Then take it slow, but whatever you do, don’t let your feelings for Summer interfere with this thing you have with Brett.” She hugged me. “I can’t wait to hear how tonight goes.”
“Why don’t you just come to the game tonight and see for yourself?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Ew! I wouldn’t be caught dead at a high school football game.”
“There was a time when I thought that myself.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the one hooking up with the quarterback.”
I bopped her with my pillow again. This time, she retaliated, and the subsequent pillow fight reminded me how lucky I was to have a best friend like Morgan.
But after she left and I straightened up my room, I held up Brett’s shirt and wondered what would happen if I did wear it to the game. And if I did, would the reward be worth the risk?
Chapter Ten
Richard’s jaw dropped the moment he opened the door to my car. “Is that what I think it is?”
I squirmed in my seat. I was wearing the T-shirt that Brett had given me, but I’d covered up the number on the back with my jacket. Baby steps and all… “I don’t
“Two: He’ll drop everything and run to Summer the minute she calls him. That’s a sure sign he’s still her minion,” I pointed out.
“Three: He’s had you over twice for breakfast, which is more than any of his prior girlfriends have gotten. He’s introduced you to his family, and that’s saying something.”
“Four: Summer’s mentioned that he was lying, and we all know how good she is at stabbing people in the back,” I countered. “For all I know, he’s trying to gain my trust so he and Summer can publicly humiliate me.”
“Five: We both know Summer’s a lying, manipulative bitch, and the fact she’s trying to scare you off means she’s freaking out. If she was using Brett to plot something against you, do you think she’d warn you about it?”
Good point. That went against Summer’s normal M.O., and that sickening feeling returned, but for an entirely different reason. “So you think he might be legit?”
Morgan nodded. “You know I love you like a sister, and your biggest fault is that you know how to carry a grudge to the extreme. Sure, I’ve laughed alongside you as you called out all the popular kids because, I mean, they deserved it. But this thing between you and Summer is ruining your chances with the hottest guy in school. Let it go.”
“If you start singing that song, I’ll slap you.”
Morgan gave me a goofy operatic rendition of the song from Frozen before hopping on the bed and collapsing into giggles.
I wasn’t immune to the silliness and laughed with her until my sides hurt. “Thanks. I needed that.”
“What are best friends for?” She retrieved Brett’s shirt. “So, if I were you, I’d flaunt this baby right in front of Summer tonight and watch her turn an ugly shade of green. Then, I’d hook up with the quarterback after the game to check out more of his moves.”
I blushed. So far, his moves had been more than impressive. “I’m not sleeping with him.”
“Fine. But at least enjoy some kissie-kissie action.”
My cheeks burned hotter, and Morgan’s grin widened.
“You have, haven’t you? How far did you go?”
I bopped her with my pillow. “Not as far as you’re thinking.”
“Did you go down on him? Did he go down on you?”
“Morgan!” I sat up and pressed my cool palms to my face. “We just kissed. And I might have grabbed his ass. And he might have removed my shirt once, but that’s it. The underwear stayed on.”
“Even though you’ve thought about shedding your panties.”
“It’s Brett Pederson. Most of the girls at Eastline would shed their panties for him.”
“But he’s only interested in one girl.” She pointed to me. “So why don’t you see where things go?”
“I might. But I’m not completely comfortable with it all.”
“Then take it slow, but whatever you do, don’t let your feelings for Summer interfere with this thing you have with Brett.” She hugged me. “I can’t wait to hear how tonight goes.”
“Why don’t you just come to the game tonight and see for yourself?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Ew! I wouldn’t be caught dead at a high school football game.”
“There was a time when I thought that myself.”
“Yeah, but I’m not the one hooking up with the quarterback.”
I bopped her with my pillow again. This time, she retaliated, and the subsequent pillow fight reminded me how lucky I was to have a best friend like Morgan.
But after she left and I straightened up my room, I held up Brett’s shirt and wondered what would happen if I did wear it to the game. And if I did, would the reward be worth the risk?
Chapter Ten
Richard’s jaw dropped the moment he opened the door to my car. “Is that what I think it is?”
I squirmed in my seat. I was wearing the T-shirt that Brett had given me, but I’d covered up the number on the back with my jacket. Baby steps and all… “I don’t
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