“You have a 94.7% chance of disliking this—” he began, but Emerson had already dragged him through the front door. She paused in the doorway, blinked slowly like she was taking mental notes, and muttered, “we need some alcohol. Her makeup was flawless, her presence magnetic. As all things should be. “Just shut up, loser boy.”
Kassie rolled her eyes and locked eyes with Wu, who was lingering awkwardly by the fence, clutching a Rubik’s Cube like a security blanket. “It’s just a video, babe. “It’s no trouble—I don’t mind driving you.”
Jake hesitated for a moment, then smiled gratefully. “What were you thinking?”
Sommer’s voice was low and controlled. Sommer took a deep breath and walked out of the room, her shoulders squared. Jake felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. The drive home was quieter. She strolled like she was casting a movie and pick the last remaining nerd, Julian Weiss—tall, pale, perpetually reading something by Carl Sagan. She spotted Wu at his locker, exactly where he always was before third period. It had gotten late by the time they wrapped things up—they had completely lost track of time. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed, sending a rush of excitement through her. “Cum for me,” she begged, her voice now
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