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hang out here tonight. Maybe watch a movie or something.” Missy slides her jacket off, revealing a very low cut sweater.
    From my height I get a perfect view of the little bow at the center of her red bra. I pull my eyes away and look back to her face. “Yeah, alright,” I agree, but then instantly regret it. I know she’s wearing that red bra for a reason. A reason I don’t want, at least not with her.
    “Your mom said they were on their way out.” Missy leans up on her tippy toes and whispers in my ear, “So, with your parent’s gone, we’ll have the whole house to ourselves.”
      I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Don’t do it, Bryce.
      Missy walks past me and starts to climb the stairs. My Boston Terrier, Unitas trots up after her, with me taking up the rear. When we get to my room, Missy scoots him out and shuts the door. “Sorry,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s just creepy having him in here, like he’s watching us or something.”
    I run my fingers through my hair, not caring if it looks stupid when I pull my hand way. “It’s fine, Missy.”
    I flick the TV back on, toss down the remote, and sit on the bed. Missy comes over and plops down next to me.
    “So what do you want to do?” she asks, but doesn’t give me a chance to answer. Instead she starts kissing me, lightly brushing her lips below my ear, then moving more forcefully down along my jaw. She finishes by swooping back and giving my earlobe a slight tug with her teeth, causing me to groan. Missy’s not going to play fair tonight. She knows that drives me crazy. I turn her chin up towards my mouth and kiss her, letting what’s in my pants take control over me.
    She slides her body back to the headboard of my bed, and I get on top of her. We kiss heavily, and I feel Missy grab the hem of my shirt. Soon after that, she rakes it up over my head. She looks at my bare chest wit h hunger, a hunger which seems only to feed me. I yank off her sweater exposing that damn red bra, and wanting to see what’s underneath I take that off too.
    When it gets to the point where I start to slide Missy’s jeans off, I see the matching panties, and they become a bright red stop sign. Like always, I picture her as someone else, and then like always, I push Missy away because she’s not. I don’t care how hungry she is, like always…I let her starve.

 
     
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    JOY
     
     
    The sunlight through my blinds wakes me before the usual persistent nag of my alarm can do the honors. I’m warm in my cloud cover of blankets, but I need to be at the Library for eight o’clock. I sigh, like I do every Saturday. On a day when most of North Tide’s student body is indulging in a rare late morning slumber, I have to get up.
    Rolling out of bed, I throw on jeans and a black long sleeved tee. Gathering my hair into a ponytail, without bothering to run a brush through it, I then make my way downstairs for some breakfast. My mom is sitting at the bar reading the newspaper. Does anyone else even get the paper anymore? Considering how easy it is to get news online, I wonder if it’s more in tribute to my dad who was big on having the actual physical matter at hand.
    “Hey, Mom,” I grab a bowl and start to pour myself some granola.
    “Good morning, Joy. What’s on the agenda for this weekend?” she inquires.
    “Well, you will be happy to know that Bryce is coming by tomorrow. I’m going to give it another try.” I leave out the reason behind it was to piss off Missy.
    “Good, honey. I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart. I’d hate for you to miss out on a good opportunity.”
    “Opportunity to what, become BFF’s again? Highly unlikely, Mom.” I shove a spoon full of cereal into my mouth.
    “You said it, not me!” She holds up her hands in defense. “I meant you might actually learn something, besides just getting the credit.”
    “Yeah, I guess you ’re right.” I agree with her just to be able to drop the subject all