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The rest of the car ride back to Hailey’s, I was consumed with what had just happened, telling myself over and over nothing actually did happened. Then I kept remembering our hands touching and myself being totally distracted, like a deer in headlights by the outline of Colt’s massive……no. Stop it Olivia. What are you thinking? I have Jamie, I love Jamie. I'm definitely not that girlfriend. I push it out of my mind.

“Hey, so when we get back to my house, Imma need you to go home and pack a bag for a few days worth.”

I’m immediately taken aback. “Wait…what? A few days?! Where are we going Hailey?” Okay now I’m completely clueless.

I get nothing out of her other than that she would tell me everything, maybe and that’s a hard maybe before we left. This is going to be interesting.

As soon as we got back, I headed straight to my house. To my surprise the lights were on and mom’s car was parked in the driveway. That's weird. Walking in she catches me off guard and practically makes me pee myself. She popped up from the island, scaring me with “Happy Birthday!”

She gave me a huge hug and had a tiny cupcake with pink frosting and a candle in it waiting for me to make my wish.

“I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you before you left tonight.” she gives me a wink.

“Oh no. Don’t tell me you’re in on it too.” I folded my arms and gave her a look.

“Now Olivia, Hailey told me if I said anything or gave any hints there would be hell to pay.” She threw her hands up.

After my cupcake and a movie or two I marched myself up to my bedroom to start packing. I caught myself several times fantasizing about Jamie’s hands in all the right places and other times Colt shot into mind. I don’t know what it is. Maybe just seeing him outside of school looking laid back. He almost had like a bad boy vibe going for him.

I finished packing, putting the outfit and lingerie in my bag from today’s shopping spree before taking a quick shower. I put on some skinny jeans and crop top and threw on my new black biker jacket my mother gave me for my Birthday.

Since I’m going to be gone for the whole weekend I decided to get the Physics project out of the way. I opened the folder that I got from Colt and examined his notes for the project. Everything was outlined and he even had very detailed little notes on the sides of each of the pages with explanations on everything. Did he think I wouldn’t know what to do?

Flipping through this small book of notes I got to the last page. On the page it read:


If you have any questions, please message me. I don’t need a failing grade.

At the bottom of his little note he left his number.

Um…excuse me? I don’t think that is going to be necessary sir. I think I can manage my part of this project on my own. Does this guy not know that I am also pretty fucking smart with a 3.8 GPA I might add.

I put his number in my phone and start to type:


Saw your little message on the last page.

I too don’t want a failing grade for this project so if I spot anything wrong in your folder, you will be getting a message from me.

I am so mad right now. Seriously. My phone buzzes with his reply.

Colt: Glad to know you are taking this as seriously as I am. I will be waiting for a message from you either way.

Either way? So this guy thinks I'm going to message him even if I have nothing to say about our project? This guy. I'm not going to even message him back.

I put my phone away in my purse and finished up the project.

Almost two hours later I finally finished the project and didn't even need to message that asshole, just in time too. I could hear Jamie's Jeep horn honking for me to come out.

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