So, since I spent the next three days rearranging my bedroom and actively avoiding the outside world, I guess you could say that I wasn’t a nice guy. But in my defense, as much as I’d enjoyed being on her bed—oh god, being on her bed—the whole experience with Cara had freaked me out a little. Not that I’d ever admit to that in a court of law. Unfortunately, the longer I waited, the weirder it was going to be the next time I saw her. And I couldn’t stay at home forever. The corner store in town was probably one of the most miserable little markets known to mankind, but it was just about all Spencer had in the way of places to buy caffeine. The glass door had been covered with stickers over the years, and it was pretty clear that the owner never bothered to remove old advertisements before applying new ones. Right next to an Xbox sticker promoting the latest flavor of Mountain Dew was a Dr Pepper ad from who knows when saying that the girl with feathered bangs in the ad was a Pepper.
