piece of the giant pretzel in cheese. She really wasn’t a bread person, but
after high school she’d lost her fear of carbs, and this was a treat. It was an
utterly buttery, delicious, salty, wonderful treat.
“That’s mean,” June said between munching on pieces of popcorn. “Why
not? I had an extra ticket.”
Summer scrunched up her face and studied June. She was staring forward
at the field, where people walked back and forth, getting everything set up
for the game. “No, it’s more than that,” she huffed. “Does it have something
to do with that kiss at the lake?”
Arabella held her breath. She didn’t know what June would do. She
obviously hadn’t told Summer that they were dating.
June nodded. She popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth and
didn’t turn to look at Summer.
“What?” Summer exploded.
“Shhhh,” June hissed. “There are people all around us.”
“Yeah, people that are soon going to be screaming and cursing about
everything,” Summer shot back. “What exactly does it have to do with the
lake?”
“Well, nothing,” June said. “It has nothing to do with the lake.”
“What about the kiss?” Summer insisted. “What does it have to do with
that?”
“You should be more specific.” June wasn’t playing around. Arabella
wondered if she was buying time.
Arabella tried very hard not to smile. It wasn’t funny. This could be so
not funny. It could be really bad. She was actually dreading when June told
Summer that they’d started dating. God, it still felt so crazy to
actually think
they were doing that. Arabella hadn’t dated anyone in ages. And June felt
very, very unattainable. She was so super fantastic that it made Arabella’s
head spin to think she was really her girlfriend.