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“Ugh,” I groaned and slumped back in my chair. I knew I did something embarrassing. That must have been it. I made a complete ass of myself, didn’t I?
“Amanda, you know your mother and I understand that you are young and want to have fun…”
And there started the lecture. I snatched up a piece of toast and nibbled on it while my father lectured me about being safe. About not getting too drunk and putting myself in dangerous situations. I nodded my head at the right moments, agreeing with him. When he finally finished, I knew he knew I just wasn’t getting it.
“I like Brett. I think I may even trust him.”
That was nice. Honestly, at the time I didn’t really care if my dad liked him.
“He even asked my permission to take you out next weekend.”
I sat up a little straighter in my chair. “He did?” He still wanted to go out with me after seeing me as a drunk ass? I didn’t blow it?
My father looked back down to his paper and slowly, purposely took his time scooping up another forkful of eggs before he answered, “Yes.”
I squirmed, waiting for my dad to elaborate but he was messing with me. He couldn’t keep his lips from curling into a grin as he looked back down to his paper.
“Well?” I pressed then took a huge bite out of my toast. My phone buzzed and dinged at the same time.
“I gave my permission.”
I jumped up and rushed around the table, momentarily forgetting about my horrible hangover. I gave my dad a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He rumbled but I knew it pleased him when I showed him affection. To him I would always be daddy’s little girl. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
I returned to my chair to finish off my toast and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I nearly choked to death after reading Grace’s message.
Grace: I punched my v-card last night!
* * *
“Oh my god, tell me everything,” I implored Grace and accidently slammed my bedroom door shut in a rush to get her into my room.
We both winced.
Jello shots, never again.
Grace, like me, was still wearing the outfit she was wearing last night. We were both hungover hot messes. I led her over to my bed and we sat down on the edge.
“Was it with Carson?” I asked.
I still couldn’t remember what the hell happened last night.
There were just flashes of things, like the two of us fucking with the toilet paper in the bathroom. I think we decided it would be funny to load up the bathtub with piles of unrolled toilet paper then we left the water running…
She rolled her eyes at me as if I was stupid. “Who else would it have been with?”
I shrugged my shoulders and smirked at her. “Never knowing with you. Could have been some random.”
“Oh my god, shut up!” she slapped me on the arm but we were both snickering. “It was with Carson,” she said, her smile fading only to be replaced by a look that was more serious. Then she bit her lip.
“Well?” I poked her arm. “You rushed all the way over here to tell me and now you’re not talking. How was it?”
“It was great,” she said but in a way that said it so wasn’t.
A gave her a moment to elaborate but when she just bit her lip I asked, “That’s it? Just great?”
Grace nodded and she was just being too damn quiet. “Are you alright? He didn’t pressure you did he?” I’d kick his pretty blonde ass if he did. No one messes with my best friend.
