LEOI didn't sleep well that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Quinn's face. I heard her voice. I felt her body under mine. And then I heard Nate's words, and my father's, too. I wanted to stop hearing them. I wanted to forget what they'd said. They were both wrong, I knew they were. They had to be. Quinn and I were right together. We belonged with each other. We'd both made that clear. But I thought about what my dad had said. College was going to be hard. College football was going to be a full-time job, if I wanted to get into the pros. How would I juggle that along with making Quinn happy, if I couldn't even manage to do that when we were only in high school?And Quinn wanted to be a writer, wanted to be a journalist. Was I justified in denying her that chance, just because I needed to go to a college that would help funnel me into the pros? She could still study journalism wherever we went to school, and I was sure that was what she'd tell me if I brought up the sc
QUINNThe crazy thing was, life went on. I wasn't sure it would, or that I could. I left the school that day, walked home-I'd walked to school that morning, since Leo hadn't texted about picking me up-and I locked myself in my room. I cried until my eyes were too swollen to see out of. When my mother knocked on my door to tell me dinner was ready, I told her I didn't feel well and didn't want to eat. That was understandable, given that I'd claimed food poisoning the day before. When she pushed the issue, worried, I claimed killer cramps, which I knew would buy me as much alone time as I needed. I slept badly that night, when I did sleep. Since the next day was Saturday, I didn't have to go to school. I had another two days to hide and figure out what my life was going to look like now. Once the shock wore off and the tears had stopped, I came to a few decisions. I wasn't going to tell my mom and dad what had really happened. I couldn't. I loved Lisa and Mark, and I didn't want m
NATEMy last year of high school was my best one.First of all, my health was better than ever. Good old Dr. Randall came through with a new protocol, and while I was on that, my energy and strength were boosted. My immunity was increased, too, so I didn't pick up every bug that came around the school. That was a relief, to me and to my parents.And then there was the fact that we were now at the top of the high school food chain. There was no one older to pick on me, and the guys in my own class had matured enough that they didn't mess with me anymore. Brent Collins had even become almost friendly, out of guilt, I assumed.But best of all, Quinn wasn't with Leo.I'd worried for a while that they might get back together. I was aware, even if she wasn't, that Leo was suffering from their distance as much as Quinn was. When she didn't know it, he'd stare at her, his eyes hungry. He gave her lots of space, but I also heard that the Lion wasn't roaring so much anymore. He partied, yes
LEO"Leo Robert Taylor." At Mrs. Colby's not-so-gentle nudging, I stumbled across the grass, earning snickers from the row of guys sitting to my right. I shot them the finger as I crossed in front of them, earning a gasp from Mrs. Colby. I glanced back over my shoulder at her and grinned, shrugging. What was she going to do to me now? Sure, she was our history teacher and class advisor, but I was graduating. Like, now. As in, out of here. Forever. And good fucking riddance. Dr. Rider, the superintendent, stood at the podium, watching me approach. He offered me his hand to shake and a black cardboard folder to take. It was supposed to look like it was the diploma, but we all knew the folders were empty; the diplomas would come via mail next week. We might have been high school graduates, sure, but we weren't quite trustworthy yet. "Mr. Taylor." He didn't let go of my hand right away, as he'd done with everyone ahead of me. "Congratulations. We expect great things from you in the
LEO"Leo! Leo Taylor. Give me a hug, you big oaf." Carrie Russell caught up with me and put her words into action, wrapping her arms around me tightly. "Congratulations, sweetie! Can you believe it? You guys are all done . . ." Quinn's mom fumbled in her bag, sniffling as she dug out a tissue. "It doesn't seem possible. I swear it was just yesterday all three of you were playing naked together in your baby pool."An image of Quinn, naked beneath me, flashed across my mind. I gritted my teeth and pushed it aside as Bill Russell joined his wife, clapping a hand on my shoulder."Don't mind her, Leo. She's been crying all week. You'd think she's never going to see all you kids ever again." He gave my arm a quick squeeze. "We're all proud of you, son. I can't wait to see you playing down in Carolina."Carrie brightened. "There's Sheri and Mark. Oh-and Quinn, finally. Come here, honey! Daddy and I've been looking for you." And then she was there, standing in front of me, as her mom hug
LEOThere was an annoying buzzing somewhere near my head, and still mostly asleep, I frowned. The wrinkling of my forehead sent an ache through my head, and for a moment, I was pretty sure I was going to puke.The buzzing sounded again. I'd thought it was a mosquito, but as awareness seeped in, I realized it was a telephone vibrating somewhere. Close to me? I couldn't tell. A distant part of my brain considered moving my hand so I could grope around for the damn thing, but apparently some of the synapses had been damaged, because my hand didn't do anything. After a few seconds, the buzzing stopped again, and I drifted back into some kind of pseudo-slumber. "Taylor! You in there, dude?" The voice was loud and unfamiliar. I groaned and covered my head with one bent arm."Taylor. Leo. C'mon, man, you gotta wake up." The guy I didn't know sounded upset. And then he shook me, and bile rose in my stomach. "Stop." I ground out the word. "I'm going to fucking hurl on you, whoever the fu
QUINN"Hey, honey, your mom just sweet-talked me into picking up dinner from Mandarin Inn tonight. You want your regular garlic chicken?""Hmmmm." I hummed under my breath, setting down the book was reading as my dad leaned through the doorway of my bedroom. "Yes, please. Oh, and can we get a side of fried won ton, please?""Sure. Anything for my high school graduate daughter." He winked. "Mom's calling it in, so by the time I get there, it should be ready. You hungry?"I shrugged. "I guess. It's not like I've done anything today but lay around and read. Hard to work up an appetite doing that.""Depends on what you're reading. For instance, in the book I'm reading, the main character keeps ordering Chinese food. I'm thinking maybe your mom somehow planted subliminal messages in it."I smiled. "I wouldn't put it past her.""Pesky woman." He smirked, because we both knew that my mother had him totally wrapped around her little finger. "Hey, you okay, hon? You know, I didn't want t
LEO"Can't you drive this fucking car any fucking faster?" I hunched over, one hand braced on the dashboard, as though I could move us along the freeway. "No, I can't. Or let me amend that. I won't. I'm going five miles over the speed limit. That's the best I can do." I glowered at the guy behind the steering wheel, wishing like hell there'd been anyone but him sober enough to drive me home. His lips were pressed together and his jaw was tense, probably because I'd been repeating the same words more or less for the past thirty minutes. He glanced in my direction and sighed, his mouth relaxing just a little. "Look, dude, I get it. You need to get home. But me breaking the law so we get stopped for a ticket, or worse, get into an accident, is only going to slow us down. So chill, okay? Put your head back and get some sleep. I got the address in my GPS, and I'll wake you up when we get there.""I'm not going to sleep." I growled the words. "I can't. I-I just need to get to her." S