She met him where she was supposed to meet him, where she always met him: an illuminated island in a forest of darkness. “Did you get beer?”
“Only two.” He’d already almost finished one, and the odds were fair to good that they’d end up sharing the other. “Terry kept the rest.”
“Fuck Terry.” She took the second beer, the last beer, and twisted it open in the cinched-up edge of her sweatshirt, and took a long gulp. “If he’s gonna take four out of six he’s gotta pay half. I don’t care if he’s the only one with I.D.”
“What do you wanna d—”
“Make out.”
He turned red, looked around nervously. “Uh…”
“I mean, don’t you? If you don’t that’s okay, I guess.” She tilted the beer up again, killing all but a third of it. “I just figured, you know.”
“I mean… I do, it’s just, I didn’t think you’d be…”
“What? Horny?” She stared into space; her pupils had adjusted to the gazebo’s lights and everything around them was jet-black nothingness. “We’ve got a month of school left. Do you really want me to be all coy about it?”
He laughed. “I guess not.”
“Then c’mere.”
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