“I’d be mad if you didn’t.”
She kisses me one more time when I drop her off at her car. “Next time,” she says against my lips.
I watch her drive away, then sit in my car trying to process everything that just happened.
6
MACKIE
I makeit through the front door, up the stairs, and onto my bed in maybe eleven seconds. My dad says something from the kitchen that I don’t hear because I’m already face-down on my pillow with my phone out, and by the time I roll over Kara’s FaceTime is ringing.
“How was mini?—”
“We got kicked out.”
She lowers the spoon that was halfway to her mouth. “What?”
“He threw my ball over a fence. Into a parking lot. An employee escorted us out.”
“Hold on.” She sets whatever she’s eating down and pulls her phone closer to her face. “Zach. Quiet, polite, sits-on-the-bench Zach. Threw your ball. Over a fence.”
“I kicked his into the water first.”
“Of course you did. And then what?”
“And then we made out in his car.”
“Okay, well, yeah, obviously?—”
“And he came in his pants.”
The silence that follows is so long I check to make sure the call didn’t drop.
“MACKIE.”
“I KNOW.”
“HE CAME IN HIS PANTS? THIS WAS A FIRST DATE. MACKIE. A FIRST?—”
“Hold on, hold on, hold on—” I’m already off the bed and moving because she’s screaming and my dad is downstairs and I’m not willing to risk him hearing any of this. I lock myself in the bathroom, turn the shower on full blast and sit on the floor with my back against the tub. “Okay. Go.”
“I have so many questions I don’t know where to start.”
“Start anywhere.”
“What did it look like?”
“I DON’T KNOW, IT WAS IN HIS PANTS!”
“But could you feel it?”
“Kara. Yes. I could feel it.” My face is so hot I press my forehead against the cool tile of the tub. “I was sitting on it.”
“Oh my GOD.”
“I was on his lap and we were just—I don’t know, moving, and then it happened. For both of us. Like at basically the same time.”
“Wait.” Her face fills the entire screen. “You also?—”
