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Chapter 1

Carter

“I can’t believe football season is over,” Fast coirlfriend, whose name I can’t bother to remember The two are attached at the hip, nearly literally The only time I see Fast by himself is in the locker room and even that happens only because he thinks we are all hot after her I couldn’t be less interested If it’s not about football or my car or the one other hobby I have that no one deserves to know about, then it’s not important

“You’re all coht?” shouts Ben “Except you, Carter I’ you”

He says it with this hope attached to the end as if I’e and cliuys The confetti from the post-championship celebration crunches under my feet as I stride silently toward ot old quick I did it to keep an eye on the guys but the season is over They can do what they want I don’t give a shit anymore

“Carter, ether We should at least have a beer”

“You guys have a great time Feel free to send me the bill for the booze”

A huge cry of cheers fills the parking lot

“Least you could do, man,” bellows Josh

I liftThe car unlocks itself as I approach Girls? Who needs therip? I tossin the virtually non-existent backseat and am about ready to climb into the driver’s seat when I hear a muffled yelp

“What in the fuck?” I flick on the flashlight feature on htened eyes appears for a half second before a hand coht “Who the fuck are you?”

No one, and I randmother, who is probably the only feodforsaken planet, sits in my car I once had a supermodel with soer seat thinking—well, who the fuck knohat she was thinking? It was a duuards haul her ass out of it i to expose to the press that she still had white powder stuck to her nose The paps got a picture of her being dragged away by her own people and it’s the top picture when you search her na my baby, which is why I’m nearly struck dumb that another asshole had the audacity to break into my ride and rub their sweaty, smelly body all over my custom leather interior I reach down and flip the front car seat forward “Out Get the fuck out of my car before I call the cops”

“Wait I can explain—” she begins, struggling into a sitting position, still covering her face Ihalfway off her shoulder and wonder if she’s trying to seduce onna work