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Chapter 16
Jenny
“So! Come on, Jen! The scoop! I need to know every single freaking detail.” Kylie was looking at me with wide eyes, her hands waving in a gesture that greedily shouted “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!”
I giggled and felt a blush tinge my cheeks as I gripped C.C. in my arms. C.C. was short for Cotton Candy, and C.C. was the pink teddy bear Drake won for me at the carnival.
I fought a grin as I sighed and told Kylie everything, from him picking me up from my house after I dropped my car off, to me suggesting to go to the carnival at the diner, and then about what happened in the confines of his truck.
When I reached the truck part, she gasped loudly, bouncing on the bed. I’m not sure how she was bouncing so much with her legs crossed Indian style on top of the mattress but she was. She was a hyper chick.
“You’re kidding!” she gasped.
“I’m so serious.” I blushed again.
“He actually kissed you?”
“He’s a pretty good kisser,” I admitted.
“Hell, I bet. He looks like one. So… did he touch you anywhere?” She scanned my body with her heavy eyes, a mixture of protectiveness and glee swimming within them.
I nodded bashfully. “Everywhere, really. But the place I remember most is… down there.”
“Down there?” she repeated in a whisper, her eyes wider now. “You let him?” she squealed.
“What!?” I laughed. “It felt good! And I honestly didn’t want him to stop or pull away. Things got kinda carried away, but… I could tell he liked it. He had to stop us. He has way more self-control than I do, I’ll tell you that.”
“Nah-uh. How could you tell he liked it? No—wait. Let me guess! He was hard as a fucking brick of gold?” She busted out laughing as she jumped off the bed.
“Bingo,” I sang.
Her laughter continued as she swiped up her cellphone from my vanity. “Wowww. Sounds like things got really hot and heavy between you two last night.” Her eyebrows wiggled and she put on a smirk.
I laughed quietly, but just as Kylie came back to the bed and started to ask me something else, there was a knock on the door.
“Jennifer? Open the door.”
I slightly rolled my eyes. “What?” I called.
“Open the door,” Mom said loudly. “I need to talk to you.”
I glanced at Kylie. She held out her hands and shrugged, and then she pushed off the bed again, making her way towards the door. Unlocking it and swinging it open, Kylie beamed at my mom but Mom hardly returned one.
“Oh… Kylie.” Mom’s mouth went into a thin line as she stepped past my best friend. “I didn’t realize Jenny had company over.”
“That’s because I snuck in through the window like the boys do late at night,” Kylie teased. She was joking around, but Mom’s eyes quickly darted to the open window, watching the curtains billow from soft gusts of wind. “Relax, Mrs. Roscoe.” Kylie held up her hands and waved them. “I was just kidding.”
“All right, then.” Mom looked at me. “Jenny, may I have a word alone with you in the hallway?”
I glanced at Kylie. Kylie slightly rolled her eyes, going for her car keys on the recliner. “Oh, come on. No need for all that, Mrs. Roscoe. I was just on my way out. Jenny, call me later?”
“I will.” And I really wanted to, because I had so much more to gossip with her about, and all of it involved Drake.
Kylie was gone before I knew it and I was left in my bedroom with my witch of a mother. I dropped C.C. on the recliner and stood up, running my fingers through my recently unbraided hair.
“Yes?” I asked impatiently.
“We are having guests over tonight.”
I frowned. “With who?”
“It’s with whom, Jennifer,” Mom corrected, peering around my bedroom. Her nose scrunched with mild disgust. She didn’t like how I’d changed my room from the bubblegum pink she loved, to the teal, grey, and white that I loved. She said it was too boyish. I didn’t care. I loved these colors. “With the Trinibalds.”
I groaned. “Why them again?”
“Because Mr. Trinibald is your father’s stock broker and without him he wouldn’t have made such great investments for your future.”
And her hefty bank account. “How long will they be over?”
“Until they see fit to leave.” She crossed her arms, tapping her foot in her burgundy heels. She then sighed, dropping her arms and stepping back. “Sue will be serving fish along with your favorite, the honey dipped bread rolls.”
I can’t lie and say my mouth didn’t water for the bread rolls. I loved those things. Made with so much honey and honey butter, flaky and soft. Perfection.
“On the side,” Mom continued when she noticed my guard go down, “some grilled asparagus, and for dessert is chocolate cake with a smooth, delicious ganache filling.”
