"Hey Dad, I'm home!" I called.
"Hey mom, I'm home!" Ian called at the same moment.
"Dinner's on the table. " My dad said, coming into the kitchen with his phone in his hand.
I looked at the table. Ordered Pizza, cold.
My mom's idea of a well- thought- out dish. "Thanks mom!" I called into her room.
She was working, of course. There was a barely audible reply, and I went back to Ian and my dad.
"Hey dad." I said, giving him what would be the first slice if Ian wasn't such a pig. "Can I go to the park? I've got homework I need to do with a friend."
My dad's eyebrows went up and he said with his mouth full, "A friend? Is he cool?" I felt my face flush a ridiculously delicate fuchsia.
"She's cool, dad." Ian choked on his pizza. Wouldn't be the first time. My dad looked at me in interest. "Well, is she cute?"
I shook my head in disbelief. "We're just friends. I barely met her today."
Ian chose this moment to open his fat mouth. "I dunno-" he said, pinching my cheek-"This blush tells me ."
I sputtered for a moment. "I blush under pressure!"
Both Ian and my dad looked at me with the same look on their faces. After a moment, Ian said, "What pressure?" And I blew.
"Screw this, I'm walking. " I stormed into earshot of my mom's room. "MOM CAN I GO TO THE PARK?!" I screamed.
There was a small, muffled "Yes, dear." And I looked defiantly at my dad and Ian, who were containing smiles, which just made me more angry.
I stormed down to my room. Plopping onto my bed, I suddenly went from furious to confused.
Why was I mad?
Cammie and I really were just friends- and it's not like I cared what they thought of me going to be with a girl at the park.
Ian did it all the time, and for completely different reasons.
I gathered a bag of things needed for my first not-really date; which ended up being
a notebook, half a stub of a pencil, a tube of chapstick, and a tin of Altoids.
At about five, my pocket buzzed.
Glancing at the display, it was from Cammie.
I replied, creeping up the stairs at about 5ish.
And casting my eyes around the kitchen, I grabbed the keys to the white truck and stole out the door.
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Teen FictionCammie is sweet, cutesy, sarcastic, sometimes morbid, and violently social. Reemee is just the chick who is trying to fit in at the new school. Brennan is flirty, sarcastic, and smoother than butter on ice. Josh is so sweet he makes honey jealous, k...
