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    Sam says you cock blocked me. Is that true?
    She’s using that term wrong.
    Doesn’t mean it’s not true. How many, Kel? How many guys will be scared to come near me?
    There was a pause. I hoped it meant he felt ashamed but it may have been he was laughing at me too hard. Dick.
    The entire football team. JV and Varsity.
    Bastard.
    Pisser. Hey, what are you wearing?
    I stared at my phone in shock.
    Excuse me?
    That came out wrong. Laney sent me pics of her First Day Back outfit. Lots of them.
    Is that seriously a thing?
    She very seriously seems to think so. Where are yours?
    I’m not sending you pictures of what I’m wearing.
    At least send me a pic of your smiling face. I miss it.
    I chewed on my fingernail debating. Then I very quickly lifted my phone to point the camera at my face, gave it a big, genuine smile and I flipped it off.
    “Miss Monroe.”
    I startled, nearly dropping my phone. I’d been so engrossed in my conversation with Kellen I hadn’t realized class had started. The teacher and over half the class were staring at me.
    “Yes?”
    “Put your phone and your finger away,” he said coolly. “Eyes forward.”
    “Yes, sir,” I replied sheepishly, feeling mortified.
    I slipped my phone under my desk to hit send on the picture and flip it to silent. I wanted to pay attention. This was important. This class would be hard for me as math always was and I needed to get off to a good start. But five minutes later my phone was burning in my pocket and I couldn’t resist. I sneaked a peek. What I read made me smile. It made my day seem less daunting and horrifying. It made my heart skip in my chest.
    lol I love you, Nonpareil.

     
 
 

Chapter Seven
One Year, Eight Months Later
     
     
     
    “Are you sure your parents won’t be home soon?” Devon asked breathily, coming up for air.
    I grinned and shook my head. “They’re both at work. Don’t worry.”
    Devon grinned as well, his green eyes sparking with excitement. He leaned his head down again and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to let him slide his tongue inside. It felt weird but good. I liked Devon a lot. I had ever since the first day I met him as a freshman when he’d run away scared thanks to Kellen. It’d taken over a year for him to get past whatever threats had been laid down for him, but I was glad he finally did. He was a good guy who made me laugh and when he had kissed me for the first time I knew I wanted more. He was tall like me and his body wasn’t large, it didn’t make me feel any smaller than my ridiculously high height, but it didn’t make me feel any bigger either. That was a problem for me. Finding guys who weren’t put off by a girl that was as tall or taller than them. Devon was an exception. One I was taking full of advantage of.
    It probably looked more like he was taking advantage of me. We were laying on the couch in my living room. I was on my back and Devon was spread out on top of me, his hands getting braver the longer his mouth was on mine. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t a victim. I was eyes wide open awake and willing. I hadn’t had a boyfriend before and when you have a sister like I do and you hit fifteen without a single guy taking interest, you start to wonder what the hell is wrong with you.
    But as Devon ran his hand along my side, found the bottom of my shirt and slowly moved it upward, his pants starting to bulge hard against my thigh, I began to think everything with me was just fine. Maybe better than.
    “Jenna, is this—“
    “Yes,” I mumbled against his mouth. “Yes, it’s fine.”
    His hand moved with more purpose after that. My black tank top rose up over my stomach. Over my ribs. My bra. I gasped when I felt his fingertips touch lightly along the hem. He traced it slowly, tickling the skin. I’d never been touched like this. It made my muscles tense with wondering where he’d go next. What it would feel like. I was excited and anxious, wondering how I’d react.