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What the hell does that mean? My display changes and it says: Mom. Oh, hell. Mom must have talked to Trevor first.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Presley Marie, I do believe your brother told you last night to call me. Am I correct?”

It’s way too early for this. “Yeah, he did.”

“Then why didn’t you call me last night?”

“Because I was fucking my boyfriend instead.”

“PRESLEY MARIE McCARTHY!” My mother screams so loud, my ears ring.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the brightest thing to say. I sit up, trying to compose myself. “I’m sorry Mom. That was out of line and it wasn’t the truth, I promise. I was just having a stressful day and I went to bed early.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you need to straighten up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I huff.

“Now, I called for a purpose. I spoke to your brother already and we’re having a family dinner tonight.” I roll my eyes. A family dinner means awkward silence for an hour. “It’ll be us four, Levi and Marley.”

“What? Why subject Levi and Marley to our family problems?”

“For one reason, Levi is part of your life and I would like to get to know him better. Plus, Marley is tutoring Trevor and she’s been your friend since you were a child. I thought it would be nice.”

“I’m sure Levi and Marley have plans-”

My mother cuts me off. “No, they don’t. Trevor took care of that since you were too lazy to call me last night.”

Again, I roll my eyes. What’s the point of even having a conversation? “Fine. What time?”

“Six and we’re going to the Royal, so please none of that dumb hockey crap that you wear.”

I have the urge to wear daisy duke shorts and a Sidney Crosby jersey tonight, but I know better. She hangs up before anything els

e is said. I’m so glad that I only have afternoon classes today, because today is going to suck. My phone rings and I see Levi’s stunning smile on the display.

“Well, how’s your morning going, Smarty?”

I just groan.

“Yeah, I figured that. Trevor called me.”

I groan again and flop back on the bed.

“It’ll be okay, Smarty. I’ll be there around five-thirty to get you, okay?”

“Well, fuck.”

Levi busts out laughing. “You know you’re pretty badass when you say that.”

“See you tonight.”

“Love you.”

“Love you.”

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