My number!
And then he introduced me to two of his friends, who giggled and smiled, treating me like I was cool and not some nerdy freshman. And no one mentioned my dad once, so I knew they weren’t just being nice so they could meet an NFL star. They seem to genuinely like me. Just me. Not because I’m Zander Donohue’s daughter, but because Curry Mulholland likes me.
Me!
The ride home was all things bliss.
And just before I got out of the car, he whispered, “How about that kiss?”
I’m still reeling that he wanted to kiss me.
Me!
There was no way I wasn’t delivering. His lips were soft and sweet, and I’m so looking forward to a repeat.
Just as I pulled away, he smiled at me, his blue eyes sparkling. “I’ll see you on Monday, Zoey.”
“See ya.” Trying to keep my cool was impossible.
Well, until Dad went and shit all over my love parade.
Seriously!
What the hell is his problem?
He doesn’t even know Curry. And if he did, he wouldn’t be getting all pissy that I was kissing him. Curry is the most popular guy at school. He’s so freaking hot, and all the girls like him.
But he likesme!
Dad is so fucking clueless!
Staring down at my phone, I brush my thumb over Curry’s name. I love how unique it is. Curry Mulholland.
Zoey Mulholland.
I grin. Yes! That has a nice ring to it.
OMG! Swooning again!
I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I should text him.
I told him I had to go away this weekend. That’s why he asked for my number, so we could keep in touch.
So… should I text him?
Or do I wait for him to text me first?
No guy has ever asked for my number before, so… what do I do?
Quickly firing a text to my bestie, Bex, I ask for some advice. The little gray dots appear seconds after I send my message, but I don’t get a chance to read her reply because Mom takes a seat right beside me.
We’ve been at the airport for about forty minutes now. Our bags are all checked in and we’re just waiting on the boarding call, which should be coming through the speaker any second now.
As soon as we made it to the gate, I found the seat farthest from Dad, who’s being a grumpy asshole, barking orders at us while we got ready to leave. Seriously.
Mom’s been all weird too, and I so don’t want to deal with her right now. But she’s just sat down and is giving me herI’m a cool mom and I want to understand yousmile.
Ugh!
