The damn infant carrier got tangled in my seatbelt as I tried to get out of my car. And who else would be nearby to witness it than Brett? Laughter filled his dark eyes as he rushed to my side to rescue me like I was some damsel in distress. "Hold on a minute, Lexi. Let me help."
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? And I don't need your help." I swatted at this hands while simultaneously tugging at the nylon belt wrapped around Junior. It was bad enough he insisted on calling me by that name. I wasn't going to offer him another opportunity to feel me up, especially since my treacherous hormones got some sort of cheap thrill from it all.
He stepped back, and after thirty seconds of graceless fumbling, I managed to free myself and Junior without tipping him out of the carrier and earning us both an F. I looked back at him, lifting my chin in defiance as I straightened the plastic doll that was quickly becoming the bane of my existence. "See?"
"Good grief, you're stubborn." He shook his head and headed toward the sliding glass doors of the supermarket. Without pausing for a second, he cut a direct path for the baby aisle.
It was all foreign territory for me. I stared at the neat rows of glossy diaper packages and brightly colored baby food pouches, and my heart immediately started pounding in the center of my chest like a base drum. I licked my lips. "Um, what were supposed to do again for this assignment?"
"Calculate a budget for the cost of Junior's first year." He rubbed the doll's head like it was a pet dog. "This kiddo's going to be expensive."
"What do you mean?"
"Take diapers for example. He'll go through about twelve of those a day for the first couple of months, then maybe get down to about six to eight a day by his first birthday." Brett pulled out his phone and entered some numbers. "If we average it out the eight a day, he'll go through almost three thousand diapers during his first year."
I eyed the price tag next to a pack of Pampers, and my pulse quickened. "Diapers cost that much?"
Brett nodded and pointed down the aisle at the white plastic containers. "Wait until you see how much formula costs."
I checked the price of it and immediately felt queasy. "Note to self: Win the lottery before having a kid."
"Of course there are cheaper alternatives like cloth diapers and breast-feeding." His gaze zeroed in on the center of my chest.
"Hey, eyes up here, remember?"
"What?" he said in mock innocence. His grin told me once again, he enjoyed getting a rise out of me. "You obviously have the proper equipment."
"You know, why don't I finish this part of the assignment alone so you can have a quick romp with Summer under the bleachers before football practice?" I pulled out my phone and started snapping pictures of the price tags for diapers, formula, and baby food. I'd figure it all out when I got home. Just anything to get away from him.
"What do you have against Summer?"
"Long story." I picked up a jar of pureed green beans and wondered who would feed the icky green mush to their child.
"I have time to listen."
He was standing so close behind me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body along the nape of my neck. I refused to believe it was a flush from anger or embarrassment or the attraction I was so desperately trying to keep in check. No, it had to be from him invading my personal space.
And yet, I didn't want to push him away. At least, not right now. "It's ancient history."
"It's more than that based on the jabs you take at each other."
The thought of Summer making snide remarks about me stiffened my spine, and I spun around to find Brett mere inches away from me. I backed up, my back pressed against the cushiony packs of diapers. It would be so easy to tell him every dirty little secret about Summer, about how she'd once been my best friend and then stabbed me in the back. Perhaps it might even spare him from suffering the same fate once she decided there was someone else more worthy of her status. But would he even believe me? Or was he so ensnared by his girlfriend's wiles that he'd dismiss anything negative that I'd reveal to him.
"I don't know what she's told you, but she showed me who she really was back in junior high, and her actions helped shape me into the person I am now."
Brett arched a bow. "Is that so?"
"She's the one who inspired me to start my blog." Usually, just the mention of the Eastline Spy scared off any person who tried to confront me, but not Brett.
"Summer's the one who inspired to dig up dirt on everyone at school and post it for the world to see?"
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing."
"It is when you use it to intimidate people."
"I'm judicious with what I post." I tried to slide down toward the bottles, but Brett stiff-armed the shelves either side of me, trapping me against the Huggies. "Everyone has secrets. I only choose to expose what I consider to be wrong-doings, to bring justice to those who need to be knocked down a few pegs and to keep the administration from covering things up. Sometimes, the truth needs to be told for the good of the school, and I have no problem dishing it up."
"With an extra side of bitchiness." His brows drew together. "You use your blog to intimidate others, and yet you consider it an instrument of justice?"
I pointed to the Batman logo on the center of my shirt. "Just call me the Dark Knight."
The corner of his mouth quirked up into a wry smile, and he leaned in until his face was inches from mine. "And is there anything I have to be afraid of?"
His question bathed lips, and my spit dried up. Damn it, why did he have to be so good looking? I mean really good looking. Like he could be a model or something. That uneasy trickle of desire squirmed between my shoulder blades and dug its way into the pit of my stomach. My breath caught. If anyone needed to be afraid, it was me. It would be far too easy to fall under his spell.
I swallowed hard and found my voice again. "Not you, Teflon Boy."
He laughed and pushed off the shelves, his arms falling to his sides again. "You get to be Batman, and I'm just Teflon Boy?"
"Face it—I'm just cooler than you." I side-stepped away, thankful for the growing space between us. "Besides, you're the golden boy. Nothing sticks to you. For all I know, you could be shooting up steroids in the locker room and banging every cheerleader on the squad, and no one would know about it. They'll go to great lengths to hide your secrets."
That silenced his amusement. "And why do you think I have any secrets that need to be covered up?"
"Because you can't be as perfect as everyone thinks you are. There has to be something you're trying to hide."
He cocked his head to the side and stared at me. "You know what your problem is?"
"Enlighten me, Football Boy."
"You're always trying to find the bad in people."
"Because nine times out of ten, I'll find it."
He opened his mouth to counter my argument, but in the end, he just sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I guess if you look at people that way, you'll never be disappointed."
Or taken advantage of, which was exactly what Summer had done to me years ago. I had been the first stone she'd stomped on during her ascent to becoming the most popular girl in school, but I'd learned my lesson. And I wasn't going to reveal any vulnerability to Brett. "Are you suggesting there's a better way to keep the assholes out there in line?"
"Nope, but have you ever considered spotlighting a person who was doing something good for a change? Maybe it'll erase some of that negativity that surrounds you."
"Are you trying to tell me what to do with my blog?"
He shook his head. "Just making an assessment."
"You can stop trying to convince me to lay off your little circle of friends." I turned back to baby food. "Just help me calculate how many of these pouches I need for Junior."
"Two to three a day for six months." His phone buzzed, and he checked the message. "I've got to run, but could you please send me those pics of the price tags when you get a chance?"
"Are you sure you want to receive pictures from me?"
"You're welcome to send me any pictures you want."
His gaze fell back to my chest, and split second, I wondered if he was the one behind the camera in the girl's locker room. Of course, I dismissed it the moment I thought of it. He probably had dozens of girls sending him pictures of their cleavage. And who knew what Summer was sending him? No, Brett wasn't the type of guy so desperate to see naked women that he'd put a camera in the locker room to spy on them.
It still bothered me that I never found out who was behind the video. I'd love to call out that pervert to everyone in the school. But until I had a name, I would keep quiet about it to protect Taylor.
"You'll get baby food and diaper prices when I get home." I turned back to snapping shots of price tags, figuring he would be on his way.
I never expected him to sneak up behind me and whisper in my ear, "I think you're hiding something, too, you know."
I froze, paralyzed by the intimacy of the situation. Now, he'd not only invaded my personal space. He was trying to burrow beneath my Queen B exterior. My voice shook ever so slightly as I asked, "Oh?"
"I don't think you're as cold-hearted as everyone thinks you are."
I refused to look at him for fear he'd see how dead on he was. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to pull myself together. I wouldn't let some jock destroy everything I'd spent the last three years building. I was hard. I was cruel. I didn't let people get to me. I was the Queen B. "You're wrong."
He laughed and backed away. His brown eyes danced with amusement as he crossed his heart. "Don't worry, Batman. Your secret is safe with me."
The phrase, "Piss off", sat poised on the tip of my tongue, and the balled up fists remained at my side as he disappeared around the end of the aisle, his attention now shifted to the text message he was typing out. As much as I wanted to prove to Brett that he was full of it, a doubt in the back of my mind held me back. Everyone except Richard and Morgan dismissed me as the biggest bitch in school without giving me a second look. But for some reason, Brett was spending an exorbitant amount of time trying to figure me out. He'd even switched places with someone to work with me.
And I had no idea why.
Some small part of me secretly wished it was because he liked me, but I knew better than to nurture that notion. Morgan's warning from the other day pealed in the back of my mind. He was probably trying to dig up something on me to give to his girlfriend. Instead of going gooey on the inside every time he got within a few inches of me, I needed to focus on making sure I didn't reveal anything Summer could use against me.
And that included secret crushes.
I'd already learned that lesson the hard way.
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