7
Brynn
“Hello? Earth to Brynn?”
I blink whirling my head around as my eyes focus on Waverly.
“Hey, sorry,” I stammer, blushing.
She frowns. “You okay?”
“Yeah? Why?”
She shrugs, her eyes searching mine. “I dunno, you’ve been a little distant the last few weeks is all. Everything’s okay, though?”
Oh sure. Except my father is the new Bernie Madoff, my stepmom has fled the country probably with half my trust fund, and there’s a mob creep who wants me to strip at his fucking club or maybe fuck him in order to pay off the money my dad owes him. Right, and I spent the night at Principal Kane’s house and watched him jerk off his huge dick.
…Yeah, everything’s just peachy.
“I’m good,” I lie, smiling. “Really.”
She frowns slightly, like she’s not quite buying it, but letting me have it.
“Alright, but you know I’m here if you need me.”
“I know,” I smile before I flip the whole thing and peer at her.
Waverly’s brow furrows as I grin at her. “What?”
“Oh nothing, I’m just not the only one who’s been distracted lately.”
She blushes but swallows it back. “What do you mean?”
“Um, besides the fact that you’re actually doing your hair in more than a bun these days? Or the constant smiling? The hint of, say, hickeys under the concealer on your neck?”
“They are not—”
“Or maybe just the general bouncy attitude you’ve got going recently? Hmmm?” I grin at her, wagging my brows. I know my friend, and she is definitely hiding something. And from the feel of it, it’s a boy. Her hiding it is weird though, extra weird since our friend Sasha has been giving her extra grief about her lack of a love life recently.
Waverly rolls her eyes, but there’s no hiding the pink on her cheeks.
“It’s nothing, weirdo. I’m just excited for regionals.”
To be fair, so am I. Waverly, Sasha, and I are on the Winchester swim team, and under the new coach, Coach Kirby, it looks like we’ve got a really good chance of dominating at regionals. Well, the girls team at least. Maybe it’s the added motivation of Camden Kirby being crazy hot. Believe me, the jealousy on the girls’ team is real about all the time Waverly gets to spend with him as the star swimmer of the team.
“Regionals give you those hickeys?”
She sticks her tongue out. “It’s probably just bruising from all the training I’ve been doing.”
“Uh-huh,” I say dryly.
She blushes, her teeth raking over her bottom lip as she glances around the semi-crowded school hallway. And then suddenly, she leans in close, conspiratorially.
“Okay, there is this… this thing.”
“I knew it!”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not telling you now, but just be patient.”