“Oh, Sasha wants to know if you’ll be taking her to prom?Wow. I thought that was over?” Gabe asked as I reversed off my drive.
“Pussy is pussy.” I shrugged as he made a face.
“No, it’s not. You keep going back there for a reason,” he argued.
I tried to block him out, pressing play on my sound system in the car. He seemed to get the message and sank back into his seat, closing his eyes like he was exhausted. I’d never try to keep up with my dad drinking; God only knows what Gabe must’ve been thinking. My phone rang, and I saw it was a number I didn’t recognize.
Decline.
I don’t answer numbers I don’t know.
“Might have been the STD clinic. You should’ve taken it.” Gabe smirked, and I shot him a look.
“I use condoms. You know this—no baby Fallons for me. I can’t rest with three younger siblings as it is, let alone my kids. I’d probably forget about them or something.”
We laughed, pulling up outside his house, and he jogged inside to change. I texted Sasha back. I’d tried being respectful, rational, and even blunt, but she still wasn’t getting it.
CALEB: I thought you understood this was casual. Asking to go to the prom with me isn’t casual.
SASHA: I wasn’t asking you to go with me. I was asking who you were going with. Big difference, dickhead!
CALEB: Shame. Was gonna ask you.
SASHA: Fuck you.
CALEB: Maybe later, baby, I’m spent.
SASHA: You are so annoying. Stop texting me.
SASHA: I didn’t mean that.
SASHA: Caleb!
SASHA: Fuck you.
This girl was in a league of her own, I swear. It was then that I noticed Gabe heading back to the car, looking a damn sight better than he did earlier.
“Let’s roll.”
CHAPTER 17
SUMMER
Ipadded downstairs to get coffee with a ridiculous smile on my face. Dad sat at the table and eyed me suspiciously.
“So...how was your night?” he asked through a mouthful of cereal. He wasalwayseating. I don’t know how we ever had any food in the house. I poured coffee into my cup, shrugging as Mom walked into the room.
“Yeah, Summer, how was your night?” Mom purred as I glanced up briefly. She wasbeaming, her eyes sparkling mischievously. They were both studying me, waiting patiently.
For what?
I raised my eyebrows, stirring cream into my coffee.
“Uh, good?” I offered as they exchanged a look.
“Did you sleep well?” Mom asked, pushing her lips together to stop herself from laughing.
What the hell is going on?!