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CHAPTER 5
Step 1: Fake it. Scarlett and Sam become the new "It Couple."
Step 2: Create Jealousy. Scarlett and Sam awaken Brisa's green-eyed
monster.
Step 3: R & R. Make Brisa regret letting Sam go and remember why
she fell for him.
Step 4: Second Chance. Provide an opportunity for a reunion/makeup.
Step 5: HEA.
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CHAPTER 8
1. First kiss
I put a big check next to that one, ignoring the heart flutters that always
seemed to come when I thought about Sam and kissing in the same breath.
Brow furrowed, I thought over #7 (First Boyfriend) before adding an
asterisk and short explanation.
Another check.
I'd already marked two others as well—Sam had helped me with #9
(Forehead kiss), and I completed #14 (Play a solo gig) on my own. At the
bottom, I wrote in "fingertip kisses and pick-me-up spin" just because I
wanted to remember.
Not that I was likely to forget.
I smiled at nothing and shook my head.
Gazing at the list, I saw there were still several more to go, but it was a
good start. Slipping the paper back in my pocket, I began walking—only to
be joined by Sam a moment later.
"Hey, Kent," he said. "Got your text."
"What text?" I said innocently.
Sam gave me a look.
"Oh, you mean the one where I asked you to meet me after school."
"No, I mean the one where you said, and I quote," he read from his
phone, "'Need to discuss details of the deal. Meet me after school. No
witnesses.'"
Sam lifted a brow as I bit back a laugh.
"Sounds like you joined the mob and are planning to take me out."
"I wouldn't do that, Bishop," I said. "I still need you."
"And when you don't?"
I narrowed my gaze. "You gonna snitch?"
"What?" he said.
"After we do this thing, you gonna turn rat? Because we can't have no
rats in the organization."
Sam blinked.
"You talk you get bopped. Understand?"
I held out for as long as I could, but in the next second, laughter poured
from my lips.
"You should see"—I gasped—"the look on your face."
He shook his head. "You're scary and weird. You're scary weird, Kent."
I was still laughing.
"No witnesses?" he said. "Seriously? I may need to rethink this."
Sobering immediately, I said, "No need for that."
"I wouldn't want to get bopped."
I tilted my head, and he smiled.
"Nice acting by the way," he said.
"Thanks. I was inspired after watching every episode of Peaky
Blinders."
Sam chuckled. "You know what they say."
"No, what do they say?" I asked.
"Well, Sweetheart," he said in what I thought was supposed to be an
English accent, "you don't mess with the Peaky freakin' Blinders."
I shook my head. "That has to be the worst accent I've ever heard."
Sam shrugged.
"And they don't say freakin'."
"Didn't want to drop the F bomb this early in the morning."
I laughed at that. "I am slightly impressed that you knew the show
though."
"I live to impress," he said.
"Still deciding if it makes up for the accent."
"What'd you want to talk about?" he asked.
Pulling him to the side of the hall, I said, "The deal's off to a good start.
Our PDA game is strong."
His grin widened. He opened his mouth, no doubt to say something that
would make me blush, so I hurried along.
"I just wanted to give you this."
Pushing the papers into his hands, I watched as he looked it over.
"What is it?"
I shrugged. "Our itinerary. For the week."
His eyes rose to meet mine.
"And a copy of my list," I added.
"Cool, I was going to ask for that." Sam's brow furrowed as he stared
back down at the papers. "But what do you mean itinerary? And why are
some of the firsts starred while others aren't?"
My face brightened. "I'm glad you asked, Bishop. The ones with stars
are the parts of my list I'd like to complete with you."
When he looked back up, his face was blank. "And the others?"
"I'll do those by myself—or with a friend."
Sam nodded. "Like #12?"
Despite my best efforts, warmth rose to my cheeks, but I refused to be
embarrassed.
"Skinny-dipping," he added. "Wonder who'll be your partner for that."
I sniffed. "Like I said, maybe I'll do it on my own."
That was my plan anyway.
Getting naked with someone else around? Nah, I'd pass. My jiggly bits
were for my eyes only.
Better to go it alone.
Sam shook his head. "I wouldn't recommend it."
"Why not?"
"Anything could happen. You might lose your clothes—"
"That only happens in the movies," I said.
"—or get eaten by an alligator."
"The probability of that happening is less than zero. It's Chariot, North
Carolina."
"You're right," he said. "If anything, you'll get bitten by a water
moccasin."
Eyes wide, I stared at him.
"Happened to a friend of mine once," he said with a shrug.
"What's your point?"
"Just saying you might want to bring another person. For safety
purposes."
"Thanks for the tip," I murmured. "I'll consider it."
Sam looked way too pleased with himself. "So, back to the itinerary."
"Yeah." Placing any and all thoughts of dangerous wildlife to the back
of my mind, I said, "It's pretty self-explanatory. I thought we could use
some structure."
"Why?" he asked.
"To make sure we're on the same page. No surprises."
He tilted his head, causing his hair to fall over his eyes in the most
distracting way.
Did he practice that move?
Probably, I decided.
It made me want to reach out and run my fingers through it.
"Surprises can be fun," Sam said.
"Let's just stick to the plan," I said back.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Okay, but I had an idea."
The warning bell rang as we reached my class, and I turned to face him.
"As long as it doesn't involve nudity, alligators, or water moccasins, I'm
in," I said.
Sam chuckled. "Good to know."
"So?"
"I think you should let me give you some lessons."
"In what?"
"Something that will increase the authenticity of our relationship," he
said. "If you think you can handle it."
I narrowed my eyes, hearing the challenge loud and clear. "I'm a
straight-A student, Bishop. Whatever the subject is, I'm sure I'll master it."
"Good," he said, "then we start kissing lessons Friday."
My jaw dropped.
Did he say—
Sam backed away, wearing a small grin.
"You should see the look on your face," he echoed my words back to me
from earlier. Blue eyes shining with amusement and something else I
couldn't name, he said, "Bye, girlfriend."
I made a small noise in the back of my throat, but no words escaped.
My mind was reeling, caught on two things.
First, did I seriously just agree to kissing lessons with Sam Bishop?
And second, why did the word girlfriend sound so good falling from his
lips?
"Scarlett, I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm letting that kid near my
instrument."
Freya's voice was final. My cousin never said anything she didn't mean.
But I had to at least try and convince her.
"Why not?" I asked. "Gavin's a good kid."
"I just saw him pick his nose and then wipe it on the wall." She
shivered. "Just…ew."
"Come on, Frey," Aurora, my other cousin, said with an infectious
smile. "We knew what we were getting into when we signed on. Kids pick
their noses. Sometimes they even eat their—"
"Don't finish that sentence," Freya said, looking horrified.
"They're kids," Aurora repeated.
"That's disgusting."
"Could be worse," I said—then added, "and I always carry hand
sanitizer in my bag, so no worries."
Freya still looked stressed, but Aurora rolled her eyes.
"I'll take him in my group," she said.
"Yes, good idea," Freya said, nodding enthusiastically. "You take him,
and I'll take that nice girl in the corner."
"Okay."
Just then said nice girl checked to see if the coast was clear before
slipping a finger into her nose. A second later, we watched as she discreetly
stuck it in her mouth. Freya released a heavy sigh.
"We may need more hand sanitizer," she said gravely.
But I just laughed. "Seriously, Freya, most of the kids are between the
ages of seven and 10. What did you expect?"
She shook her head. "I don't know, Scar. I'm an only child who's
allergic to other people's children. Told you that before."
Aurora and I laughed quietly.
"I'm serious."
"No," I said, "you're hilarious."
Mrs. Primm came over to us and said, "Alright, girls, they're ready
whenever you are."
"Okay," I said, "thanks again, Mrs. Primm."
"Thank you, Scarlett. You have no idea what this means for these kids."
"It's no big deal."
"Yes, it is," she said. "I know I don't have to tell you this, but public
schools are severely underfunded. The teachers are underpaid. We could
never introduce them to wonderful things like string music, so your youth
program is truly a godsend." She smiled at the three of us. "Thank you all
for being here."
Aurora nodded. "Thanks for having us."
"Yeah, no problem," Freya said. "Happy to be here."
I lifted a brow at that, but my cousin just shrugged.
Once Mrs. Primm was gone, I turned to my girls and said, "You ready?"
They nodded.
"You know, I'm thankful too. Most of the kids in the program don't
have a lot of support at home. The fact that you two agreed to mentor, it
means a lot."
Aurora lifted a brow. "We're family, Scarlett. The Kent cousins stick
together, remember?"
I shrugged. "Still, I appreciate it."
Freya rolled her shoulders back. "Enough with the thank-yous," she
said. "You know we've got your back."
"Then let's do this," I said.
We walked to the center of the room, and I greeted the kids with a grin.
"Hi guys, I'm Scarlett." I gestured to my sides. "This is Aurora and
Freya. Today, we'll be introducing you to string music, specifically the
violin."
The kids looked…bored.
I wasn't worried though.
"Does anyone know how many strings a violin has?" I asked.
Gavin raised his hand. "Four?" he said when I pointed to him.
"Good job," I said. "And can anyone tell me what this is called?"
I held up my bow.
One of the older girls, Sydra, raised her hand, and I nodded.
"It's a bow," she said.
"Nice. Now, does anyone listen to string music?"
No hands up on that one.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it's old and boring," Zoe, a girl in the back, said. "How much
longer till we leave?"
Freya leaned toward me and said, "I want that one. She's crabby and
difficult—like me."
"You go it," I said quietly then grinned at Zoe. "Well, let's see if we can
change your mind."
After that, we broke into our first song. It started out as classical then
transitioned into a cover of Taylor Swift's Love Story. The kids sat up a
little straighter when they recognized the song. Our second piece was a
sparkling rendition of Shake It Off. We finished our set with a mashup of
Drakes greatest hits, and by the end, the kids were all clapping. Even Zoe.
We taught the kids the basics, a little about music theory, a few of the
most common fingerings, the correct bowing technique and posture.
Luckily, I'd remembered to bring the practice violins my sister and I had
started on, so there were more to go around. Our arrangements were
typically made for five people, so I'd had to alter them to fit the three of us
—but I loved doing stuff like that. By the end of two hours, each of our
students knew several important facts about the violin and were able to play
a few notes. A couple had even gotten a full one-octave scale.
The best part?
They all left looking happier than when they arrived.
"That went well," I said.
"It was so much fun," Aurora said. "The kids were all awesome."
"Yeah, but my group was the best," Freya said with a sniff. "Naturally."
I laughed at that.
"Did you ask her yet?"
Brows furrowed, I looked up to see Aurora biting her lip.
"Ask me what?" I said.
"Nothing," she said quickly. "I just saw something online."
"Okay…what was it?"
"Ummm…"
Freya grinned. "Ror's too polite to ask, so I'll do it for her. What's
going on with you and Sam Bishop?"
I nearly dropped Yami Yami I was so surprised. "How did you hear
about that?"
"I have my ways," she said cryptically.
But Aurora rolled her eyes. "Someone posted a photo of you two."
"They did?" I blinked as she passed her phone to me. Sure enough,
there was a picture of Sam and me in the hall. It must've been right after
our spin because I was still in his arms, looking up at him with stars in my
eyes. And he was looking at me with this gentle expression like… "Wow,
good picture," I breathed.
"That's all you have to say?" Freya asked.
I shook myself out of it and shrugged. "Sam and I are doing a thing."
"What thing?"
Aurora spoke up then, "Everyone's saying you're together."
I frowned. "I don't get it. You guys don't even go to Chariot High. Do
people at other schools even care?"
"Trust me, they care," Freya said.
"And we care because we're your cousins," Aurora said.
"Your very curious cousins," Freya added.
"Freya's curious. I'm just being nosy."
Freya shot her a look then turned back to me. "So? What's the deal?"
I took a deep breath.
To lie or not to lie?
That is the question.
My cousins would understand, I decided. Once I explained everything
to them later, they would forgive me—and probably ask for every juicy
detail.
"We're dating," I said simply.
"I knew it," Freya said while Aurora frowned.
"What's up, Ror?" I asked. "You don't look happy."
"Oh no, I'm happy for you," she said then shook her head. "Sam's
just…really good-looking."
"Yeah, he is," I sighed.
"Maybe too good-looking."
Freya scoffed. "Is there such a thing?"
"There is," Aurora said resolutely. "But as long as he treats you well
and doesn't do anything to hurt one of my favorite people in this world, I'm
good with it."
"I second that," Freya said.
I shook my head, smiling more than I had all day. "I love you, guys.
You know that, right?"
Aurora nodded. "Of course, you do. And we love you."
"You guys make me sick," Freya said. "But yeah, love you too."
On the way home, I couldn't stop replaying our conversation.
My cousins who went to a completely different school had heard about
my fake relationship. After I got over the shock, I was filled with sheer joy.
The plan was working better than expected. I couldn't wait to tell Sam.
My phone rang as I pulled up in my driveway.
"Hey, Lotte," I said. "How's it going?"
My sister didn't waste a second. "You and Sam Bishop? What the what,
Scarlett?"
With a sigh, I settled in for another longer conversation.
"Hello?" Charlotte said when I didn't answer. "Don't even try to pretend
you can't hear me. I know you're there, Scar. I hear you breathing."
"I'm here," I said.
"Well?"
"How did you find out?"
I knew she openly despised social media, so it couldn't have been there.
"Our dear cousins sent me a photo of the two of you looking like a rom-
com book cover," she said back. "And don't try to distract me. I'm the one
with questions."
Taking a deep breath, I decided to just get it over with.
"Yes, we're together now," I said.
"Since when?"
"Since Monday?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?" she said.
I sighed. "We started talking after he picked me up that night my car
broke down."
"In the blue poofy dress."
"Yes."
"And by together, you mean…?"
"We're dating, sort of," I said.
Charlotte stayed silent.
"We're trying it out, kind of like you and Bo did."
"Scarlett."
"What?"
"What aren't you saying?" she asked.
I swallowed.
"You know you can tell me anything."
"Yeah, but…it's complicated," I said finally.
Charlotte hummed. "Sounds like we should do this face-to-face."
My ears perked up at that. "Are you coming home?"
"Yeah, I'll be there this weekend. Need to bring more of my books to
college. My dorm room's lifeless without them. I'm trying to make it feel
like home—but it's hard without you and Dad."
I blew out a breath, grateful for the reprieve.
"We'll talk then," she said and added, "Don't avoid me."
"I would never," I said.
"Yeah, right."
"Love you, Lotte."
"Love you, Scar. I'll see you soon." I could practically hear Charlotte's
sunshine smile through the phone. "Can't wait to hear more about Scam."
I blinked as her last words rang through the air.
Maybe the plan was going too well.
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