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    Pierced-lip boy nods.
    More quiet, so much quiet I wonder if he feels like he’s suffocating on it like I am.
    “So I guess this means you don’t want to have sex?” There’s laughter in his voice, and before I know it, I’m laughing as well. I’m not choking on the quiet anymore so when we slip back into it, I feel strangely okay.
     

 
    CHAPTER SIX
    ~Ryder~
    I’m a good boy all week, just like Luke wants me to be. I go to school every day so I don’t have to hear him bitch. He spends most of his time at the diner he runs so we’ve managed to avoid each other pretty well.
    It’s Friday, and I’m planning on going out with my friends tonight. I’m broke and haven’t gotten a new hoodie since I gave mine to Virginia. If I ever see her again, it would probably piss her off that I call her that, but I can’t make myself call her Lulu. It sounds like something you name a poodle, not a good girl with big, green eyes.
    She’d tried to give me the hoodie when she dropped me off at home, but I could tell she was still cold so I let her keep it. Her pants were still damp, but she hadn’t liked my idea of driving without them.
    Right as Luke walks into the room, I chuckle about her modesty.
    “What are you laughing at?” He tucks his work shirt into his pants.
    We’ve never done the “talking to each other” thing. I don’t see why he thinks we’d start now. “Nothin’. Do you have twenty bucks I can borrow? I need a hoodie.” My fingers tingle with the desire to just go take one. It’s what Dad would tell me to do. Well, if I didn’t have to keep out of trouble, he would.
    Luke frowns. “What happened to yours?”
    Dude. How hard is it to just say yes or no? “Never mind. I’ll figure it out myself.” Grabbing the remote, I click on the TV.
    Luke walks over and rips it out of my hand and hits ‘power’. “All I did was ask you a question. You had a hoodie and now it’s gone. Geez, Ry. Why the hell are you always so pissed at me?”
    I don’t know, sticks in my head like peanut butter to the roof of a mouth.
    Luke jerks his wallet out of his pocket, pulls out a twenty and drops it onto my lap. “Whatever. I need to finish getting ready for work.”
    Before I reply to him, he’s walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind himself.
    Fuck. Guilt washes the peanut butter away and takes its place. I know Luke. Whatever the reason I didn’t have my hoodie, he would have given me twenty dollars for a new one. I didn’t have to be a dick to him about it.
    “Hey.” The springs in the couch creak when I stand. It’s old, like really old. We’ve needed a new one forever. I don’t even think they put springs like that in couches anymore.
    Just as I’m about to make it to the bathroom to…I don’t know, thank him? I hear tires on gravel. Shane isn’t supposed to be here for another couple hours, but it’s not like Luke ever has anyone over, so it has to be him.
    I make a quick turn, avoiding the hall bathroom, and go to the front door. I pull it open to see a little, red Prius idling in my driveway.
    What the hell is she doing here? Quickly I close the door behind myself, as though that will make a difference. It was one thing to see my house at night, but another in the daytime. I can pretty much guarantee her place is probably five times the size of mine, and a whole lot nicer.
    Not that I care about shit like that.
    Jogging down the porch stairs, I head her way. She doesn’t get out of the car until I make it to the driver’s side door. The second she’s out, I snap, “What are you doing here?”
    She flinches, sending another dose of guilt through me. First Luke, now her.
    Virginia recovers quickly, shoving my hoodie into my arms. “It’s called manners. You lent me something, and I only thought it right that I return it. Maybe you can learn a lesson or two from it.”
    She rips her door open so quickly I have to jump back. There is no doubt in my mind that this girl