I nod. “And then studying.” SATs are next week, and I am getting increasingly more nervous about it. I need a good score for my college applications. One high enough to impress even Stanford. “I was also thinking of going to the animal rescue to see if they needed any help.”
One side of his mouth lifts. “Say hi to Pip for me.”
“I will.” I drape one arm on his shoulder—my flowers are in my other hand—and rise onto my toes to kiss him.
He steps closer, backing me against the door of my car. The bouquet gets trapped behind me and makes an audible crunching noise.
“I think you just crushed my flowers.” I say, laughing against his lips.
“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you more.”
High School Bucket List
Make a high school memory box?
Go apple picking?
Get a piercing
Watch the sunrise from the fifty-yard line on the football field
Learn the “Thriller” dance!
Go on a double date?
Stay up all night
Volunteer?
Travel internationally
Kiss someone under the stars?
Do something scary?
Go to the homecoming dance with a date
Go ice-skating?
Have a photo shoot with friends
Go skinny-dipping
Take a road trip with Dad
Leave my mark on Frost Lake High
Chapter Thirty
Vaughn
Monday morning, I wake up with a smile on my face.
I go through my normal routine of getting ready for school. In the kitchen, Dad is up having coffee and reading the news on his tablet.
“There’s oatmeal on the stove,” he says, looking up to study me in that scrutinizing way he does. We’re wearing our warm-up shirts today, and mine is probably too wrinkly for his liking. But today nothing he does or says is going to get to me.
It’s game day. The last obstacle between us and heading to the State Championships again.
