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couldn’t. She couldn’t because her mom was gone. She was gone and she was never coming back. Her tears had taken three months to come, and when they finally came, they came like a rushing flood, pelting down and visibly wetting the carpeted dressing-room floor.
    Sara shook her head to clear her mind and focus on the movie. But the movie had already ended. And her plate was empty.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Jason gripped the armrest of his seat with his left hand and the ass of the girl bent over his lap with his right. He loved it when girls licked the slit in his dick. The girl currently giving him oral pleasure was Amanda Peyton, a cute, little brunette he hooked up with that weekend—after Emily—and went to school with. They were actually in the school parking lot right now. It was the first day of classes after summer vacation, the parking lot was packed, and people were constantly walking by. At any moment, one of them could look over and see what Jason and Amanda were doing. It was all just so . . .
    “Uh!” Jason cried out as he ejaculated into Amanda’s mouth.
    Amanda sat up, her lips pursed and her face panicked. She opened the passenger door with amazing celerity and spat a few times. She turned to Jason, anger replacing the panic that had been on her face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were about to come?”
    “I’m sorry, baby. I forgot. You were so good, I couldn’t think about anything else.” He smiled at her and flashed his puppy-dog eyes ( girls always fell for his puppy-dog eyes). Jason actually hadn’t forgotten, but he liked to come in girls’ mouths when they blew him, and if they said no when he asked, he would do it, anyway, and claim he had forgotten when they called him on it, feeding them the exact same lines and puppy-dog eyes he had just fed Amanda. And they always forgave him.
    “Just don’t let it happen again,” she said, wiping her chin with a wipe from her purse. She checked her hair and makeup in the sun-visor mirror. “You wanna stop by the mall after school?”
    “Can’t. I got football practice.”
    “Well, what about tomorrow? I’m free then, too.”
    “I can’t do tomorrow either.”
    “Why not?” Amanda asked in an accusatory tone.
    “Because—”
    “Because you’re with Emily, aren’t you? You’re dating Emily Bulstride!”
    “No, I told you already that wasn’t true.” Jason had run into Amanda at the mall the day after sleeping with Emily at Eric’s party and chatted her up. She had been interested, but she had been reluctant to do anything with him, because word had gotten around that he and Emily were together. Jason had denied it, but apparently, Amanda was still having trouble believing him.
    “Then what is it?” Amanda demanded to know.
    “My grandmother is sick.”
    “Your grandmother is sick?” Amanda asked, her tone changing from one of accusatory anger to compassionate concern.
    “Yeah, real sick. She’s moving in with us this week, and I have to come straight home after school to take care of her on the days I don’t have football practice.”
    “Oh, I didn’t know.”
    “Yeah, I really don’t like to talk about it. My grandma and me are so close. If anything ever happened to her . . .” Jason put a hand over his face and pretended to cry.
    “I’m so sorry. I’m such a bitch for giving you a hard time when your grandma is sick. Is there anything I can do to help?”
    “No, I’m fine. I just need some space for a while to deal.”
    “I totally understand.”
    The first bell rang. It was to alert students that they had ten minutes to get to class.
    “Well, I gotta go. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
    Jason nodded, his hand still covering his tearless face. He breathed a sigh of relief once Amanda was gone. Why did girls always have to make a big deal about sex? If they weren’t so sensitive and clingy, then guys wouldn’t have to lie to them and cheat (it’s not cheating if you only tell a girl, I want to be