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“You didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back.” I suck down the last of my soda.
He rubs his lips together and my cheeks warm as my mind flashes to kissing him. “It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Sure. Later,” I tell Casey and Lauren. As we exit the restaurant, my phone rings with a video call request from Matt. Guilt washes through me as I hit ignore. There’s no way I’m answering with Kyson next to me.
“What did Britney say to you?” He questions once we are in his car.
“Nothing important.”
“I’ll tell her to lay off you.”
“I can fight my own battles.”
“Okay. Where were you at lunch?”
“Why?”
“I wanted you to sit with me.” He squeezes my upper thigh.
“Kyson, this has to stop. I have a boyfriend.”
“Who isn’t here.”
“And what about John and your mom? What would they think?”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re a real buzzkill.”
“And you’re a real asshole.”
He flashes his dimpled smile my way. Not his real smile, but the one he uses to get his way. The one capable of breaking hearts.
“You coming to the game tomorrow?” he hedges, pulling out a cigarette.
I scrunch up my nose at him. “Doubtful. I need to unpack.”
“That’s boring.”
“I might check out that party though,” I say, surprising both of us.
“What party?”
“The one everyone won’t stop talking about.” I fake a cough and wave my hand as smoke fills the car.
“Right,” he mutters, and I notice we’re driving in the opposite direction of the house.
“Where are we going?”
“I need to make a pit stop. Do me a favor when we get there. Stay in the car and lock the doors.”
“Okay…but why? Are you taking me to a drug deal or something?” I laugh, but he doesn’t return the sentiment. “Kyson. Tell me you’re joking.”
“Just gotta grab some weed for the party. It’s not a big deal.”
“Then why do I need to lock the doors?”
“Only a precaution.” He flicks his cigarette out the window then shoves a piece of gum in his mouth.
We go across the railroad tracks that separate the two sides of the town. Where the other side, aka the poor people live according to Kyson. People we’d never associate with publicly because they can’t afford to attend the same school as us. People like my friends back home. I don’t know if he really views them that way or if it’s all for show for his friends.
