I grin.
An hour?
Two.
Bah.
You’ll survive, darling.
Call me that later when I’m fucking you.
In your dreams.
I know, right?
Quit texting me or I’ll never finish.
See you in 1 hr. 58 min.
GOD.
Satisfied, I put the phone down. Frankie comes out with a paper in her hand.
“What?” she says.
“What what?”
“Your face.” She points.
I run my hand over my mouth and chin. I’m still smiling. “Caroline’s coming over,” I report.
“You told me that already.”
“Yeah.”
She shifts from foot to foot. “So I guess she’ll be over a lot now, huh?”
“She might.”
“You know, she was my friend first.”
“She was my girlfriend first.”
“But that was a long time ago.”
“It was last spring.”
“And you fucked it up.”
“Who told you I fucked it up?”
She rolls her eyes. “Like anybody needed to tell me.”
“Yeah, well, I fixed it, so now we’re gonna have to share her.”
“Will she still pick me up from school?”
“I think you better ask her that when she gets here.”