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JB wasn’t the one making me laugh. JB wasn’t the one giving me butterflies in my stomach. JB wasn’t the one giving me false hope. JB wasn’t the one causing me to daydream through my classes. None of that was JB. It was Abe. Abe Davis is a liar.
I fucking love her. One swipe. One date. Sweet. Salty. Bratty. Kind—and all mine.
He prattles on, “Oh! They see us!” Zeke’s arm goes up to wave. “How nice, the little blonde one is pointing over here and your girlfriend keeps slapping at her hand like you’re doing to me.” He grabs my limp arm by the wrist, creating a floppy salute. “Wave and say hello, shithead.”
“What’s the matter, little mama? Does the sight of your man in spandex get you all hot and bothered?” “Shut up.” “Look at JB over there, strutting around in his singlet. Shit, I wish I had boy-noculars so I could check out his package.” She squints in his general direction. “It’s so hard to see it from here. I hope they put it on the jumbotron.” “They’re not going to put his dick on the big screen.” “They might.” “They won’t.”
“Blah blah blah, I’m Skylar and my boyfriend is stronger than Hercules.”
“Because he came in one minute and forty-seven seconds!” Hannah shouts from her bedroom. “I timed it. Sorry folks—I am what I am!”
