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“There’s the reason why you’re the quarterback and not the receiver,” Chris taunted “No ae that”

“Screw you,” Cody shot back

This was going to be the longest ride home ever

“Hey, wait up!” Phillip ca up the back of his swiuys”

Megan sighed beside ht I’d snuck off”

I was guessing their talk earlier hadn’t ended well

“All aboard,” Cody said, reaching for the driver’s door andit The handle snapped back

“Hey,” said Chris froer seat “Careful, man Some of us actually respect our cars”

“If you respect your car, why are you letting hian’s behind as he walked past

She whipped around and nearly fell over, but I caught her arm as I watched Cody open the door, his movements odd and jerky His face looked flushed in the car’s interior light

“Are you okay? To drive?” I asked

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He started to climb in behind the wheel

I stopped at the door “You look a little drunk”

His eyes narrowed “Jesus Are you serious? I had one drink”

I stepped back, surprised by his tone “I was just asking”

“He’s fine Co in ets and sweet-and-sour sauce”

“Ew,” Ion the inside of my cheek, I tried to think of how many times I’d seen Cody with a drink I knew I saw hi attention to him

“Maybe I should drive?” I offered

Chris groaned froet in the car, Lena”

Phillip was clian pushed in behind me “I don’t want to sit next to him,” she whisper-yelled

“I can hear you” Phillip slapped his hand down on the middle seat “And I’d rather sit next to Lena anyway She’s nicer”

“She’s nicer,” an in the whiniest voice I’d ever heard, her hands on ry”

“I’m fine” Cody hauled himself up into the front of the SUV He looked back at ht “Seriously I’m fine I’ve driven this road a million times”

I wasn’t so sure if he was fine or not, but the guys were staring aton and on about the ten-piece nuggetto murder

“He’s fine,” Megan said, and then giggled “I’ry”

“Co wheel “You’re being stupid Get in the car”

I feltstupid I clian and Phillip It took several le my seat belt out from under Phillip and lock it in place The s rolled down all aroundmy phone out of my purse and saw several missed texts from Dary

Megan leaned over er off the side of Phillip’s face “Hey, are you going to buy ets?”

Leaning back, I checked out Dary’s texts She’d senta two-year-old could’ve done Underneath it was the caption This is art? What a?

“Baby, I’ll buy you two nugget meals,” Phillip told her “And all the sweet-and-sour sauce you could ever want”