A low groan escaped my lips. No, no, no. Not him. Anybody but Evan McKinley, Nathan Wilks High School’s very own legendary manwhore. Said to have screwed so many girls that he had to get a new surfboard, because his old one was full of nicks in memory of each new conquest.
Killing any remaining traces of hope that I was wrong, he stretched out his left arm, and I could see his name written on his skin. Evan McKinley. In my handwriting.
Where were those damn sandals?
I crawled around so fast, I was pretty sure I’d have permanent carpet burn on my elbows. I didn’t care. If anyone caught me within a yard of Evan, the rumor mill would explode. It had been hard enough to squash the gossip that spread last year when I’d nearly drowned in the Harrison Parks community pool and he saved me. Since then, I’d steered clear of anything that had to do with him.
Which would really suck if anyone knew I spent the night in his bed.
Shoes, shoes . . . maybe I didn’t need them. Dad had bought them for me when I became editor of the school yearbook. He probably wouldn’t even notice that they were missing, but Mom definitely would. She’d been the one who persuaded him to get them for me despite their ridiculous price—you would have thought the crystals were real diamonds—instead of the modest black pumps I needed for my internship at his law firm next year. “You need something pretty! Something fun!” she kept saying over and over. Weird how I was more like Dad, even though I wasn’t his biological daughter. The only thing I’d gotten from Mom was her brown eyes.
And she would give me hell if I didn’t have my shoes. Besides, I didn’t know how far from home I was. And I already wasn’t looking forward to the walk of shame I had ahead of me. I wiggled even more beneath the bed, arms spread out in search.
A sleepy male voice laced with amusement suddenly drifted over my head. “They’re under my desk.”
About the Author
Jenn Nguyen fell in love with books in third grade and spent the rest of her school years reading through lunchtime and giving up recess to organize the school library. She has a degree in business administration from the University of New Orleans and still lives in the city with her husband. Jenn spends her days reading, dreaming up YA romances, and binge watching Korean dramas all in the name of ‘research’. The Way to Game the Walk of Shame is her debut novel.