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I try not to look at hiet stuck

"You ready?" he asks

I nod, and he opens the front door for me

"I' my car,” he says as we move onto the porch

"Don't trust ?"

"Might not stay long"

"If you don't want to stay, I'll take you home" I tip my head back, and he arches a brow

"Oh, I bet I know” I laugh “You want to smoke"

"Nah" He looks down at his feet I notice his shoulders are shrugged up near his ears, his hands in his pockets His forearht they would be, and they’re dusted with hair I like forearms, so I force my eyes to move back up to his face

"Think my music sucks?"

He gives a shake of his head "I'll just follow you Go slow"

He starts down the porch steps first, and I see a black Jeep parked in a weird spot, not quite on the driveway I’ot ho headache It throbs a little bit again now as I focus on the violent song of what sounds like it s in Alabama

The air feels hot and heavy as I slip into my Jetta I watch in theI could fly down the driveway and leave him behind

Four

Josh

Mason lives out in the boonies His faot a big payday a few years back when they were bought out by some corporation Some of that o, was filot four huge slides and a floating lagoon encircling the pool itself

I didn'tto Ezra Didn't even think about it Now that we're parking—in an old peanut field, alongside about two dozen other cars—I feel kind of bad about that I've got trunks in the back seat that I could loan hiuess

I look throughin his black Jeep, looking down at whatI think he did it just to fuck with me

I re as I open the back door to scoop ot knocked out What the hell does thatto do? Is he so?

I glance up and see hi on his Jeep door My storeet him

"Hey,to think of how to explain the pool—which I can hear people splashing in, fro toward the red dirt driveway

Yeah, the guy isfast Like he doesn't want to talk to me

I pick up ht toward the front door