She clutches my hoodie tightly. “I won’t be able to go with you. My parents will find out and…”
She doesn’t need to end that sentence. We both know what would happen.
“I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“But how?”
“I’ll figure it out and text you the details.”
“Heath—”
“It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure that you have fun.”
I know her head is running at hundred miles per second, but so is mine. Now that I have her permission I will find out what to do about this matter.
Since it’s getting early, I drive her home fast and ask her to text me once she’s in her room.
Hope:I’m in my room.
Heath: No one woke up?
Hope: No.
Heath: Are you sure?
Hope: I heard them snoring.
Heath: Be safe for me.
Hope: Okay.
Heath: Text me if something happens.
Hope: I will.
Hope: Are you okay now?
Heath: I’m okay.
Hope: I wish I could do more like you do for me.
Heath: You gave me a boner so I think you did a great job.
Hope: Oh my God. Please kill me.
Heath: I can’t. We have a date.
Hope: I’m sorry about the…
Heath: Don’t think about it.
Hope: It’s hard not to.
Heath: Want me to distract you? I’m parked close by.
Hope: You should go home. We have school in three hours.
Heath: I’ll come pick you up.
