I didn't wake up until eight thirty so I had an hour to get ready. I wasn't that worried about impressing Atticus but I'd still like to be presentable instead of having bed head when he showed up. During breakfast, mom continued to tell dad that he had no reason to question Atticus came in. After all, he isn't my boyfriend.
Right at nine thirty, the doorbell rang. Lacy about fell over her own feet as she ran to open the door. I rolled my eyes at her as I came up behind her. Atticus stood on the porch with his copy of the Great Gatsby.
"Get out of the way, Lacy." I groaned, shoving her to the side
"Hey, rude!" Lacy squealed
"Don't you have some eighth grade boy to badger?" I complained
"His name's Jack." Lacy pouted, storming off
I shook my head at her retreating form before motioning Atticus inside. I started towards the stairs, grabbing my book off the coffee table on the way. I cringed slightly as we entered my room seeing as it wasn't the cleanest. I shoved my pajamas, hairbrush, and perfume off of my bed, shrugging as it hit the ground. I climbed into bed and sat with my back against the headboard; Atticus followed my lead and hopped onto the bed.
"Have you even read the book?" I frowned
"Yes, in fact, I have." Atticus assured
"We'll just see about that." I muttered
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly
Teen FictionJesy got a letter in her locker twice a week but the twist was that she didn't know who wrote them. Jesy desperately wanted to know who was slowly stealing her heart through those letters.
