Up for Grabs (Up For Grabs #1) by Heather Young-Nichols

Author:Heather Young-Nichols [Young-Nichols, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Bull Pen Press
Published: 2016-09-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I stayed in bed until Sunday when Kendra burst through my door, grabbed my ankle and dragged me onto the floor. In her defense, I’d been ignoring them all weekend. I hadn’t sent Cain a text even when he showed obvious concern with more and more urgent messages.

“What the fuck?” I tried to kick her but she jumped out of the way.

“Oh, so you’re alive?”

“Sort of.”

“Cain has been blowing up my phone. He came over here but Super-Bitch said you were sleeping. She wouldn’t let him in under your orders.” She flopped into the desk chair, pulled out her phone, typed something up quickly then focused back on me. “So, what’s going on?”

“I just haven’t felt good.”

“Bullshit. What’s going on?”

“My mom’s getting married.” Lame excuse and I knew she’d see right through it. What else could I say?

“So, that means you have to treat your boy toy like an outcast. He thinks he fucked up but hasn’t a clue how.”

“He didn’t.” I took a deep breath. Well, if I had to get it out, it may as well be her first. “Who did you text?”

“Uh, Cain, dumbass. I also told him to stay away and that I’m handling things. So let me handle them.”

Chewing my lip didn’t bide me as much time as I would’ve liked. Instead, I went ahead and laid it all out for her. I was done in Michigan at the end of the semester. I also apologized profusely for backing out on the summer apartment plans.

“Like I care.”

An hour later, we still sat in my room staring at each other. I didn’t know what to say and I don’t think that for once, she did either.

“Is it that Larry guy?” It took a full minute to realize she was talking about Mom. I nodded. “Well, he didn’t seem like a dick.” And he wasn’t. “Listen, we’ve got some time so let’s not do anything rash.” I agreed because the last thing I wanted to do was tell Cain. “Besides there are a bunch of creative solutions.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. I heard this girl in South America is selling her virginity to pay medical bills for her mom. Creative. Too bad you don’t have anything like that to sell.”

She meant it as a joke but my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. I didn’t take the time to contemplate if I could really sell my virginity or not. All I could focus on was that there may be a solution.

“You’re freaking me out. Why are you looking at me like that?” She eyed me suspiciously.

“What if I did?’

“Did what?”

“Christ, Kendra. Follow along. What if I had my virginity to sell? Is that even possible?”

She looked honest to goodness confused. Like her native language was English and I spoke in clicks. “Wait, what?” I kept watching her, waiting for her to put things together on her own. “Are you saying, Flannery Tate, that you are a certified virgin?” I nodded slowly. She hopped up and started pacing, her blond hair fanning out every time she turned in my little cubby-hole sized bedroom.

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