“You better get Mare up. We have class in an hour,” I said, turning on the tap, and leaning over to take a sip.
Shepley nodded. “I was just going to let her sleep.”
“Don’t do that. She’ll be mad if she misses.”
“Oh,” he said, standing up. “Better wake her, then.” He wheeled around. “Hey, Abby?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what’s going on with you and Travis, but I know that he’s going to do something stupid to piss you off. It’s a tic he has. He doesn’t get close with anyone very often, and for whatever reason he’s let you in. But you have to overlook his demons. It’s the only way he’ll know.”
“Know what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at his melodramatic speech.
“If you’ll climb over the wall,” he answered simply.
I shook my head and chuckled. “Whatever you say, Shep.”
Shepley shrugged, and then disappeared into his bedroom. I heard soft murmurs, a protesting groan, and then America’s sweet giggling.
I swirled the oatmeal around in my bowl, and squeezed the chocolate syrup in as I stirred.
“That’s sick, Pidge,” Travis said, wearing only a pair of green plaid boxers. He rubbed his eyes and pulled a box of cereal from the cabinet.
“Good morning to you, too,” I said, snapping the cap on the bottle.
“I hear your birthday is coming up. Last stand of your teenage years,” he grinned, his eyes puffy and red.
“Yeah … I’m not a big birthday person. I think Mare is going to take me to dinner or something.” I smiled, “You can come if you want.”
“All right,” he shrugged. “It’s a week from Sunday?”
“Yes. When’s your birthday?”
He poured the milk, dunking the flakes with his spoon, “Not ’til April. April first.”
“Shut up.”
“No, I’m serious.” he said, chewing.
“Your birthday is on April Fools’?” I asked again, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed. “Yes! You’re gonna be late. I better get dressed.”
“I’m riding with Mare.”
I could tell he was being intentionally cool when he shrugged. “Whatever,” he said, turning his back to me to finish his cereal.
Chapter Four
THE BET
“He’s definitely staring at you,” America whispered, leaning back to peek across the room.
“Stop looking, dummy, he’s going to see you.”
America smiled and waved. “He’s already seen me. He’s still staring.”
I hesitated for a moment and then finally worked up enough courage to look in his direction. Parker was looking right at me, grinning.