Second Chance by L. Divine

Author:L. Divine [Divine, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2012-01-10T13:00:00+00:00

When Jeremy arrives, I barely have time to get my mascara and lip gloss on before he kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in years.

“Slow down, baby. We’ve got all night,” I say, pushing him off me and into the living room to wait while I make the finishing touches.

“I’m glad because I want to look at you all night. Damn, girl, you’re fine,” he says. I blush. “I feel underdressed, and it’s my damn dinner party,” he says, looking over his tie-dyed Rip Curl T-shirt and some blue boardshorts with the brown suede Birkenstocks to match.

“So, this is your mom’s house? Very nice,” he says. He looks like a giant sitting on my mom’s couch.

“Yeah, it’s all her. Let’s go before we get caught in traffic on Crenshaw. You know the lowriders will be out tonight,” I say, realizing maybe he doesn’t know. When my mom was growing up, Sundays were the night to cruise down the Shaw. But the police put a stop to that. And now, everybody just rolls out on Saturday after the sun sets.

“That’s cool. I’ve always wanted to see what Tupac was talking about.” This boy is too much. He has no problem with his naiveté in my world, and that’s what I like about him the most.

“I’m going to let that one slide because I’m feeling too good, but remind me to bring it back up at a later time,” I say, grabbing my beige corduroy jacket from its hook and heading for the door. “I’m ready. Let’s go,” I command, like I’m his boss.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, rising from the sofa to follow me out the front door. “I like it when you’re bossy,” he says, kissing me on the lips.

“Good, because you need some direction, Eminem,” I tease, pushing him out the door and down the stairs.

“I’ll just take my time getting to the car while you lock the fifty bolts,” he teases back.

“How many locks do you have on your front door?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“You’ll soon find out,” he says as we walk hand in hand down the long walkway to his Mustang. It’s a peaceful evening, and no one’s outside. We should have a good view of the setting sun if we go down PCH to Palos Verdes Boulevard. I’ve never been, but from what I’ve heard, that’s the only way to get in and out of the estates.

As we approach PCH from Aviation Boulevard, the scenery quickly changes from airport cargo and industrial businesses to beach condos and strip malls. Jeremy speeds down PCH, passing South Bay High on the left.

“Do you want to stop at the school?” he asks sarcastically. I’ve heard of students hanging out on campus during the weekend, but never witnessed it. And I know Jeremy isn’t part of that clique.

“No, that’s okay. I get more than my share of this place during the week,” I say, enjoying the cool, salty air blowing against my face. The sun’s quickly setting, and the beach folks are ready for the night life to begin.

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