my hand, programs the correct
sequence. As she returns my
cell, she slinks up against me.
Kisses me. Hope you had fun.
“Fun” isn’t exactly the word
I would use. “Yeah, sure.
Thanks a lot. I have to go, okay?”
She pouts at my abruptness,
but doesn’t argue. Okay. You
can call me any time, Hunter.
“Good to know. Bye now.”
I turn on my heel, hurry off,
fingers crossed she doesn’t follow.
ALMOST TALENT SHOW TIME
I make my way toward the main
stage, checking out every male
face I see. Some of those guys
probably think I’m gay. Sorry,
dudes. Not looking to get laid.
Already did that. Sort of, anyway.
I chug down guilt. Gallons
and gallons of guilt. Why did
I just do that? Not like I needed
it, couldn’t get that, and better,
from my Nikki. I’m a total
two-timing jerk. And why?
Okay, Leah would tempt most
any guy with a working pecker.
But you don’t have to give in
to temptation, not even bodacious-