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sitting in the commons by the double doors.
       “My home. I have to clean my house.” Which is a small lie. I do plan on cleaning, studying, then hitting the pool hall with Eric. But, not before I go to the cafeteria for some grub.
       “Hmm,” Taylor says, grabbing my arm. We are in the center of the commons, but no one is looking at me. “Break your work plans,” he says. “Come with me to the pool hall tonight, we’ll hang out. No bedroom, no pool table, no touching…unless you beg me for it.”
       He smiles, and my chest thumps harder. His touch is tempting, his lips worth savoring. No, Layla. I try not to imagine him touching me, kissing me, his fingers on my most personal place. “That’s not a good idea. I’ve already told you, Taylor.”
       Taylor’s eyes never leave mine. “If you don’t agree to go with me, I’ll sing to you right here and now in front of everyone.”
       No. Fucking. Way. I cock my head to the side. “Please, we both know you’re not going to sing in front of--,”
       “Layla!” he yells, singing off key, getting down on his knee. “Please, don’t do this to me. Please,” he yells, biting his lip to keep from smiling.
       Everyone in the commons turns to stare at me. Some girls have their mouths open, some are sneering but most are wide-eyed and laughing. “Please, I swear I’ll cater to you. I’ll have sex with you whenever you want me to!”
       Mother fucker. I try to pull my hand from his grip, but he pulls me tighter, pushing his face into my stomach, grabbing my ass. “Please,” he says, dropping his singing voice to an utterly fake cry.
       “Get up, Taylor,” I grit through my teeth.
       “Layla, I have to have you,” he yells again.
       Oh. My. God. By this time, some of our classmates have finished their test and made it out to the doors. Cindy is standing by Brett, her mouth is hanging open. Brett is laughing hysterically, hands on his knees.
       “I’ll go,” I whisper. “Get up and I’ll go. Just get the hell up,” I say.
       Taylor looks up, a smirk on his face. He stands up and kisses my cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.” He walks off, like nothing just happened.
                  I’m going to murder him.
     
         “You’re ridiculous,” Cindy says, slamming a Coke on her lunch tray. She is shaking her head fiercely back and forth, as I follow her to our occasional table in the lunchroom. I’m not too big on the food, but it’s good when you’re broke, which lately, has been the case. “He sang to you, got down on his knees.”
       “ He likes attention. And plus, who are you to give any advice? You’re just a horny teenager,” I say, sitting down across from Cindy on our small circle table.
       “Shows how much you know,” she opens her Coke, “I’m turning twenty next month.”
       “Exactly, next month.” I take a big mouth full of mashed potatoes, and spit them back out onto the plate. “Gross. Instant.”
       Cindy smiles. “They don’t have instant in Dallas?”
       Pain stirs in my stomach. Mom never made instant potatoes. She always made them fresh, the best way. “You okay?” Cindy asks, waving her hand in front of my face.
       I nod and tear into my chicken nugget. “Fine, just zoned out for a minute. You have plans tonight? I’m going out with Eric.”
       She nods and sips on her drink. “Brett is coming over.” She wiggles her shoulders.
       “Are you guys…like…doing it?”
       She lifts an eyebrow. “I am what you call a normal college student. I have sex. Unlike you, who hustles people for money. You better not be doing that tonight. You know Eric can’t protect you.”
       “And you can?”
       She squeezes her muscle and smiles. “Hell yeah, I can. Uh oh,” she mumbles taking a bite of her pizza. I follow her gaze.
       Shit. Taylor and Brett are walking into the cafeteria. “Keep your head down and they may not see us,” I