Forty-Seven Uses for a Paperclip (Completed)

Chapter Fourteen: Pi over Pie

Chapter Fourteen: Pi over Pie

“I called it.” Adrienna says as soon as she closes her car door.

“Excuse me?” I ask, glancing over at my passenger as I back out of the school parking lot.

“You and Colton. I called it.” Adrienna repeats.

I roll my eyes. “There’s nothing to call.”

“Okay,” Adrienna says in a clearly disbelieving tone. “But I better be the first to hear about it when it happens.”

“When it happens.” I replicate, my tone flat.

“Cassidy,” Adrienna says patiently. She taps her long nails against the armrest. “You have gone to dinner at Colton’s house twice. Twice! You’ve met his parents. You’ve befriended his sister. I wouldn’t be surprised if you showed up tomorrow with a ring on your finger.”

           

I smirk. “You know you’d be my maid-of-honor.”

           

“I better be. I’m the one who called this from the beginning. The first time he asked you out, I knew.”

           

I snort. “I have as much of a chance of hooking up with Colton as you do with Kyle.”

           

That wipes the smirk off her face. “Don’t even say those words out loud.” She threatens.

           

“Hey,” I say easily. “You never know. A nice summer romance…”

           

She sniffs indignantly. “Well, lucky for me, I’m going to be away at Math Camp all summer.”

           

I grin. Behind Adrienna’s glossy black hair and beautifully haunting cat-like eyes lurks an inner nerd. A nerd she lets out to play every summer at Camp-Counts-A-Lot, where they eat up pi like it’s the real thing.

           

“Yup, lucky.” I drive down the familiar streets until my house comes into view. It’s a small one-story building painted a peeling brown color that, every summer, Dad claims he is going to paint over. We’ve lived there for eight years and it’s still the same paint from when we moved in.

           

I park the car in the driveway and grab my backpack from the backseat. It feels strange to walk up my front steps without Colton beside me and I quickly try to shake the feeling away. I shouldn’t be getting so dependant on a boy. It’s silly.

           

“Missing your boy?” Adrienna guesses shrewdly, watching me as I fumble to open the door.

           

“He’s not my boy.” I argue. Colton and Kyle made plans to play video games after school, so Colton hitched a ride with him. Adrienna got a ride to school this morning from her mom, so she decided to just come home with me. Once summer starts and she’s counting decimals while I’m counting dust mites, we won’t have much time to be together.