“What?” I practically shouted at him. “No way. No how.”
“It ain’t like I’m askin’ you to do somethin’ you ain’t done before.”
“I ain’t no whore, Frankie Allistar.”
“Didn’t say you were.”
“You must be pretty hard up then.”
He laughed. “Believe it or not, Frankie ain’t hurtin’ in the lady department. Face it, Teenie. You’re hot stuff. A guy’d be nuts not to want you. But you’re right. There’s more to it.”
“I got a soft spot for you, you know. I feel like I had somethin’ to do with messin’ things up between you and Free. I wanna make it up to you.”
“Oh, cheese and crackers, Frankie,” I said. “You’re offerin’ me a sympathy fuck? I’m leaving. I’ve heard enough.”
“Are you always this defensive?” he asked, reaching across the table and putting his hand over mine. I tried to pull away but he held tight. “Don’t let a good deal slip away just to prove a point no one cares about. It’s a business deal, Teenie, where we both win. What’s wrong with that?”
The gym door squeaked open and a group of cheerleaders danced out into the courtyard. In the middle of them was Vicki Bocker. She’d been hanging on Free’s arm in the halls and I’d heard they were dating. When Vicki saw me sitting with Frankie, she pointed at me and said something to her friends. They all laughed as they bounced away, green and gold pompoms swinging at their sides.
Suddenly Frankie’s idea didn’t sound so terrible. “So, Frankie. What do I gotta do exactly?” I asked.
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