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He gestures around. “Not a single person looked up.”
    I hide under my hood, annoyance spiking inside.
    This was a horrible idea from the start. I should have just spoken up in the locker room when Dad came in. Then I could have avoided this whole damn thing.
    “Hey…” Junior takes a step back and tilts down to try and find my eyes. “I’m sorry, all right? That was kinda dickish.”
    “Living up to your name, Big Dick Morgan. ”
    “There she is!” he laughs. “Look, I’m parked in G lot. We can split up and you can meet me there, if you want.”
    I straighten up and slide my glasses off. “No, it’s okay. I’ll walk with you.”
    He pauses, staring down at me with soft, concerned eyes. “You’re really freaked out by the idea of the coach finding out about this…”
    “I just don’t want to get on his bad side.”
    “He doesn’t…” Junior goes quiet, hesitating his words. “You know… hurt you on this bad side, does he?”
    I shake my head. “No. God, no. Never. He can just be… difficult, I guess. He and I have been getting along pretty well lately. I just don’t want to…”
    “Rock the boat,” he nods.
    “Right.”
    “Well…” He clears his throat and smiles at me. “Now I feel kinda bad about coercing you into going out with me tonight.”
    I can’t tell whether or not he means it. His face still shines with that cocky confidence but his voice sounds sincere enough. “I could have told you to fuck off anytime, Junior.”
    “You certainly could have…” he leans in a little, “but you didn’t.”
    I flash back to him in that towel, remembering the pained lust in his voice when he leaned into me and how long it took for my fingers to stop vibrating after I touched him. “I suppose you’re about to enlighten me with what that tells you about me…”
    His lips curl. “Oh, Ellie, I think you’re already well-aware of what that says about you.”
    He’s so damn sure he’s getting laid tonight. It’s almost cute. “G lot, you said?”
    We walk the rest of the way in silence and I keep a constant watch around us, darting around from face-to-face for anyone that might know my father.
    Junior’s car sits in the corner of G lot and I start to relax more and more with each step we take from the high-populated campus hangouts.
    I pause as we approach the vehicle, genuinely wondering whether or not he’s messing with me. It’s an old, white mini-van.
    “ This is your car?”
    Junior grins. “You’re definitely new around here if you’ve never heard of the Junior-mobile.”
    I blink. “The Junior-mobile ?”
    “I didn’t name it,” he claims. “The team did.”
    “And what’s so special about the Junior-mobile ?”
    He grabs the side door and slides it open. “Take a look.”
    I step closer, instantly noticing the lack of seats inside. It’s been completely modified, leaving the front seats intact but everything else has been stripped out and replaced with an air mattress on the floor — along with a few thick pillows and a wrinkled comforter. The windows are tinted and I notice a string of soft, blue lights pinned to the ceiling to set the mood.
    I roll my eyes. “I’m not getting in this thing!”
    “Why not?” he laughs.
    “Because I’m clean and I want to keep it that way. God knows what diseases are lingering all over the walls…”
    “It’s perfectly safe and clean … just like me, by the way.”
    “Doubtful.”
    “Play your cards right and you’ll be the first classy lady to grace the backseat this semester.”
    I feign a gasp. “The great Junior Morgan hasn’t gotten laid yet this semester?”
    “I didn’t say that,” he grins. “I said you’d be the first one in the backseat .”
    I cross my arms and lean against the open door. “So, how does this whole player persona work for you?”
    “Player persona?”
    “Yeah,” I continue. “You pick out a girl, drag her to the old Junior-mobile , score a touchdown or two, and then what?