Chap. 29

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Tyler's POV

"Here," I said to Mr. Barnes, dropping Shane's English work on his desk.

"What's this?" he asked, opening the folder. His eyebrows went up in surprise.

"It's everything having to do with The Crucible," I explained. "I know it's not Shane's handwriting; it's a mixture of DeAndre, Nathan, Caleb, my dad, and I. But it's Shane's thoughts."

Mr. Barnes closed the folder. "Do you know when he'll be back to school?"

I shook my head. "It's all dependent on the neck brace. Right now he can't write and has to read by lying down and holding the book above his head."

"Well I'm glad he's feeling up to completing some schoolwork. But tell him not to push himself."

I nodded before heading out to my car.

"What are you doing for your three-day weekend?" Kaitlyn asked me, joining me in my walk.

I shrugged, throwing my backpack over my right shoulder. "No plans."

"Tyler King has no plans? Impossible."

"And what are you thinking of?" I asked, a teasing smile on my face.

"There's a party tonight on Baker Street. You should come."

I shrugged.

"You haven't been to a party in a long time," she said, running her index finger down my left arm. "It'll be fun."

We reached my car, and I smiled and nodded at her. "I'll think about it."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Be there!"

"I make no promises."

A few girls across the lot called her name, and she turned back to face me. "For me?" With one last smile she went off to join her friends.

"That ass," DeAndre said, coming up next to me. He outlined it with his hands as she reached her friends. "I'd tap that."

"You heading to the party tonight?" I asked, tossing my backpack into my car.

"You know I don't miss a Baker Street party," he said. "You should come."

"I don't know man."

"You're not Shane's keeper. You're allowed to leave and have a little fun every now and then." He shifted his backpack to the other shoulder. "I mean, we all love Shane. But you can't push your life on hold for him."

"Hey DeAndre," Khiara called from her car. "You ready?"

"Hell yeah baby!" he called.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Showing these baby girls how to twerk!" he called back.

I laughed, leaning against my car to watch the show.

The music began to blast from Khiara's car, and all the girls began to swarm around, DeAndre in the center.

"I wish I could twerk," Nathan said, shaking his head. "I'd love to have a bunch of chicks shaking their asses all over me."

"Learn from DeAndre," I said, laughing. "He seems to have it down."

"I'll have some of those girls teach me at the Baker Street party," Nathan said, outlining their butts with his hands. "Such perfection."

A teacher came storming out, breaking up the twerk party.

"Bring that tonight ladies!" DeAndre called, receiving laughs from the girls as they dispersed.

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