Kylie's pov
My grip on Jayson's hand tightened.
My sister was with Chance.
Her shirt was off. Leaving her bra.
So was Chance's (minus the bra).
Were they having-?!
Jayson gasped (a bit too late) and ran off. Oh well. I turned toward Lainie. I looked over at her as if saying 'what did you do?'.
Lainie: We didn't 'do it'.
Good. I went inside Chance's truck and played on my iPod.
