Sophie loses it. She’s actually snorting, she’s laughing so hard. If I didn’t need her right now, I’d hang up on her.
“Again, a simpleOkayshould be enough,” she finally manages to say.
“It’s only nine thirty in the morning. How am I supposed to do this all day?”
“You’ll survive! Gotta go, Wes is calling.” Then she ends the call.
Oh, great. Another text. What else could Aunt Lisa want? I’m about to get Sophie back on the phone, but I see it’s not from Aunt Lisa. The contact name isL.
L? I open the message.
L:Looks like you got a pretty cush job today
I scroll up and read the couple of texts from last night. Well, well, well, seems like Olivia and Locke have hit it off. I guess she doesn’t know Sophie told me who was sending these texts yesterday if she’s trying to hide him behind the first letter of his name. That’s cute.
I’m totally going to respond.
ME:Yeah it’s pretty sweet
It doesn’t take long before he’s typing back. I let out an evil laugh. This is pretty fun.
L:Are you stuck with that guy all day?
Oh. Wait. This may be trickier than I thought it would be. It takes me a second, but I reply:
ME:Not sure yet
L:Maybe I’ll see you when he’s not around
She’s probably going to kill me for this.
ME:Come find me later
Today may not be as bad as I thought it would be.
Olivia
I get thirty glorious minutes for lunch. But mostly thirty glorious minutes away from Mr. Williams. If there was a machine that could suck the fun out of every little thing around you, it would be modeled after him. I tried to say hi to Tanika when she was waiting to tee off and was only three feet away and literally doing nothing, but Mr. Williams popped my arm with his clipboard and said, “No talking to the players.”
If I didn’t need this to graduate, I would have popped him right back in his bad arm.
But for now, I’m eating a box lunch while hiding behind a tree near the back patio of the clubhouse. Mr. Williams is in the dining room and all the players are on the course, so this area is pretty deserted.
I call Charlie, since by now he should be sitting outside the party in his car.
He answers on the third ring. “Hey!”
The background noise on the call is loud. “What’s going on? I hope you’re parked in front of Danlee’s house!”
“Yeah! That’s it! That’s where I am!”
“Why is it so loud?” I ask. I put my box lunch down on the grass and start to pace. He’d better not be screwing this up.
“It’s the radio,” he says.
He’s lying.
“Charlie—” I start, but he interrupts me.
