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said during his long exhale, “you can come back to my house and I’ll get you some of your own.”
    “Thanks.” We passed the joint back and forth a few times, and I started feeling fucking great. I ran my hands through my hair and let my eyes slip closed.
    “So, you already with Anderson or what?”
    I nearly choked. “What? No. He’s just…a puppy.” Jason’s smile widened and I could tell he was pretty fried too.
    “Well, then,” he said, leaning toward me. I felt a little confused, but did nothing to stop what I knew was coming. “Let me stake my claim.” Before I could even process his possessive words, he’d crushed his mouth against mine. It was a great kiss. Then he pulled away and said, “Bet you haven’t had any of that since Tampa either.”
    I smiled, letting a chuckle bubble out of me. Feeling warm and relaxed, I sized Jason up. He was tall and muscular. I should’ve at least been a little afraid of him, like I was when I saw Big Dalton, but something about having known him when we were kids made him seem safe. I licked my lips, tasting the remains of Jason and marijuana. Then I stood up and pushed him until he was sitting where I had been and quickly moved to straddle him.
    I hadn’t had any of that since Tampa. Taking the smoldering, almost-too-small roach out of his hands, I gave it one last puff before flicking it behind him, listening as it sizzled in the damp foliage. Jason’s hands moved immediately to my ass, cupping it, his fingers digging in. I kissed him again, my hands moving to tangle wildly in his hair. Damn, I could get laid before Horticulture. I wondered if little Miss Megan could say that.
    He pulled back, still rubbing my ass. “No panties on the first day of school? Jesus, Sophie, you’ve really turned into a naughty girl, haven’t you?”
    “You have no idea.”
    A wicked smile played on his face, but Jason carefully stood me up, letting his hands linger on my hips a moment before brushing one of them in between my legs. “As much as I’d love to explore how much you’ve grown up, I can’t be late to class. Jerry would have a fit if I got expelled.” I assumed Jerry was his father.
    I backed up and grabbed my bag, watching as he rose to his full height. Dude must have been at least six-foot-six. “How is your dad?” I asked, trying to remember my manners, but not really giving a shit. I could barely remember the guy anyway.
    “Needy as ever,” was his reply as he led me out of the woods. “You know he has OCD, right?”
    No, I didn’t know that and I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I stayed silent. When we reached the edge of the campus, he turned to me. “So, after school, meet me out front.” Guess I’d scored on my top two priorities.
    I nodded in agreement before moving down the path that I thought would take me to the greenhouse. The bell rang just as I entered. Lazily, I walked over to the teacher, holding out my class slip. Chris Anderson was glaring at me. I gave him a little smirk and then shrugged my shoulders before the teacher introduced himself as Mr. Reese and pointed to my seat.
    It was then I realized that my table partner was none other than the skilled hands- talented mouth, Rusty Dalton. He looked way too nervous as I approached and was breathing hard, like he’d just been having some rough sex. His eyes flicked toward me for just a moment before moving to the front of the class and then out the window. Okay, so the dude was strange. I supposed if he didn’t try grabbing my shit during class, I could deal with strange Rusty Dalton.
    “Hey,” I said, giving him a tentative smile. I didn’t want him to think I was a prick like Anderson and was somehow still pissed at him for running into me. He looked sick as he glanced up and merely gave me a little nod in greeting. “I’m Sophie,” I continued quietly as Mr. Reese began talking, bringing the class to order. Rusty Dalton gave me a small half-smile before moving his eyes to the