Free Plan B by SJD Peterson Page A

turned back to look out the front of the car, both hands gripping the steering wheel. “See you later,” was all he said.
    “See ya.” I shut the door and he pulled away.
    I was just stepping into the library when my cell phone chirped. I pulled off my mitten and flipped it open. I didn’t recognize the number but I knew who it was from the text.
    Can I see you after practice?
    Oh yeah! Definitely interested, which meant I still had a shot at hot and horny fun. I’d just have to take it slow, was all. I smiled and stuck my phone back in my pocket without responding.

Chapter 6

    I IGNORED Lance’s text on Monday, the two on Tuesday, as well as the multiple texts on Wednesday. I also had been particularly cranky, and not once in those three days had I shaved, worn anything that could be considered the least bit girlish, and I hadn’t applied so much as lip gloss. By Thursday morning, Bo was checking my forehead for signs of a temperature.
    “Dude, I know you’re sick. You sure you don’t want me to cut class and take you to the clinic?”
    “Shut up.” I scratched at the stubble on my jaw.
    Christ, it itched. I was going to do some serious damage to my face if I wasn’t careful. As far as I’d fallen into macho mode, I hadn’t fallen so far that I hadn’t kept up my nails. Okay, I admit I’d also gone for a pedicure that week, but dammit, I needed some kind of pampering. I kept expecting Lance to show up, but as of yet he hadn’t, and my resolve was quickly crumbling.
    “How many this morning?”
    “None of your business.”
    Lance had texted me twice, but I’d gotten smart and put my phone on silent any time Bo was around.
    “Are you ever going to tell me what you two are fighting about?”
    “We’re not fighting!”
    “Lance keeps telling Katie the same thing. Do you have the hots for him?”
    “Hell no,” I lied. “When have you ever known me to chase after straight guys? Men chase me, not the other way around.”
    “From the amount of texts you’re getting, I’d say he was chasing you pretty hard. Which, come to think of it, is pretty weird.”
    “You ever think it’s you he’s trying to keep tabs on?”
    Bo slipped his coat on and moved to stand near the door. “What?” he said, hand on the doorknob. “Why the hell would he keep tabs on me?”
    “You are dating his sister and he seems a little possessive.”
    Bo paled. “You really think—”
    “Yeah, I do. I know I’d be a little concerned if you were dating mine. I’d want to keep an eye on you.”
    I obviously didn’t do a good job of hiding my amusement when Bo’s eyes narrowed and he walked out, flipping me off over his shoulder before he slammed the door shut.
    God, he was so easy to sidetrack.
    I scratched at my jaw again, the insistent itch driving me out of my head, and for what? Lance apparently wasn’t going to show up to find out why I wasn’t answering his texts. I admit I was acting a little high schoolish, but I guess I wanted to know how far he’d go to see me again. When he hadn’t come by on the third day, I’d told myself I didn’t care and wasn’t even sure I liked the son of a bitch beyond his physical attributes, so why should I care if he saw me as a man or a woman? To make matters worse, I looked like shit.
    Two hours later, I was sitting in a comfortable leather chair, black cape draped over me, staring at my hideous reflection in a large mirror. “Carlos, give me the works.”
    I wasn’t surprised when later that night—my hair once again a sexy blond color with black/blue streaks, total makeover including eyebrows waxed and facial, the damned stubble gone—that there was a knock at the door. I considered not answering, but the pounding was insistent, getting louder by the second and when Lance bellowed, “Danny, I know you’re in there!” I scrambled off the bed and jerked the door open.
    Lance stood on the other side of the door, face red, nostrils flaring. He was dressed in a gray