Summer [Completed]

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Party Foul
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con·fess

verb

1. admit or state that one has committed a crime or is at fault in some way.

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Imani POV

"Kelly?" I call as I wander down the aisles of Party City.

I'm in desperate need of a basket for the foam machine that I'm struggling to hold in my arms. I can feel my fingers getting weaker by the minute.

"Kell-" I squeal as two strong hands grab me by the waist and pull me into an adjacent aisle.

Ethan takes the box from me and sets it on the ground, tugging me to him by the belt loops of my shorts.

"Ethan we can't do this right now." I whisper as Ethan backs me into the wall. "Kelly could literally be right around the corner."

He smirks, licking his lips as he leans in close to me. "That's what makes it fun."

I take a deep breath and bite the inside of my cheek. "It won't be fun if we get caught," I counter, pushing him off of me.

Ethan frowns, backing away at the same time Kelly turns the corner with the basket.

"Yep here are the streamers," I say, turning and grabbing the first pack of streamers I spot and slamming them into Ethan's chest. "Next time, ask somebody that works here."

Kelly approaches us with a frown. "Guys, what happened to divide and conquer? I hope you realize you just doubled our shopping time and cut our prep time in half."

She shakes her head and runs her hands through her hair. "Honestly it's like you guys have never thrown a party before."

I glance at Ethan and he can barely contain his laughter.

I don't think it's a good time to mention that I actually haven't ever thrown a party before.

"I got the the foam machine." I drag the heavy box toward the basket, grunting from the weight of it.

Ethan tosses the streamers in the basket and grabs the box from my hands. "I got it," he says, lifting it like it weighs nothing.

"Thanks," I mumble annoyed by his strength.

"Okay great!" Kelly says smiling, "Now all we need are lights and cups and we'll be set."

I can literally see the wheels turning in her head as she speaks.

"Okay you two get the strobe lights. I'll get the cups. Meet me at the register in five minutes," she orders, speeding away.

Before she could leave the aisle, she stopped, turning around. "You."

She points at Ethan and he stares back at her in surprise.

"Me?"

"Behave." She says sternly, then she turns to me. "Imani, if he starts acting up, kick him in the balls."