Chap. 29

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KEENON:

She wanted me.

I wasn't defective.

She cared.

Somehow, that was really all I needed to hear. Someone cared. I hadn't heard that in a long time.

I looked over at her for the hundredth time since we kissed, hiding a grin as she stared out the windshield, avoiding my gaze. It was... cute. Very schoolgirl.

"So what am I supposed to do once we get to your brother's place?"

Still not looking at me she said, "Uh, you can probably just stay in the car. I won't be long."

"Okay," I said slowly. For some reason, I sort of wanted to meet Trace and her dad. I wanted to know about her, why she was like she was.

I was also extremely curious as to what she meant while she argued with Brody. He hadn't cared about her till a few years ago? What had he done to make her so mad? Why had he looked so pained as she screamed at him?

Soda's phone began to buzz, so she turned down the radio and picked it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Yep."

I grinned.

"Well don't get your freaking panties in a wad, Trace, I'm on my way," she huffed, tapping the steering wheel impatiently with her thumb.

"I couldn't help it!" she yelled in aggravation, grinding her teeth. "Look, tell dad he's lucky I'm even coming. He can suck it up."

She hung up and slammed the phone into the console, letting out a very deep breath. There was a tense silence for a while as I sat still and she sat rigid, then she slowly glanced at me with a mischievous grin.

"What are you giving me that look for?" I asked cautiously.

"Keenon dear, would you like to have a whole lot of fun with me?" she asked with a massive smirk.

"Wouldn't miss it," I replied with a casual shrug. "What did you have in mind?"

"Would you please take the roll as my boyfriend for the morning?"

I almost choked. "What! Why?"

She rolled her eyes at my reaction. "I really don't want to do this, but as long as I have to, I might as well have a blast pissing people off. I just need you to be your regular jackass self in front of my dad and brother," she said with a hint of a grin.

I huffed over dramatically as if I was hurt. "That hurts, Soda. But, I guess I can be a brat for you. Just one question."

She raised her brows at me with impatience. "Well?"

"Since I will be forced to be your boyfriend, do I get to kiss you?" I asked while wiggling my brows.

"Nope," she said, popping it.

I frowned. "Then no boyfriend, honey."

She glared at me from the corner of her eye as she huffed. "Fine. Whatever. Just try really hard to be unbelievably sarcastic. Dad hates my sarcasm."

"Wow, I wonder why someone wouldn't find your most unmistakable quality to not be so endearing," I quipped with a subtle eye roll.

I jumped when Soda suddenly clapped her hands. "Perfect! You were almost as sarcastic as me!"

I stared at her for a minute before chuckling. "This might be more fun than I thought."

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