“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re pitching me your grandson.” I narrow my eyes at her.
“You two would get alonggreat, and maybe,who knows,morethan great.” She smirks. And I start blushing.
Why do I have to blush a lot? Since I was a kid, when a cute boy came to me or when people started to make insinuations, I would blusha lot. Maybe that’s why it’s easier being mean to West. Because it doesn’t give me time to blush.
“He is in town, so what do you think of him stopping by tomorrow?” Asks Miss Patty, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Fine.”
I pretend my heart’s not going wild right now at the idea of someone like that.
9
First Rule of The Never List is…
After I shower, Allison showers. And when we both get to the room, she starts to look through my stuff. Wait, look is very tame. She starts to aggressively throw my clothes around like a tornado.
“Why are you going through my stuff?”
“Becauseyouand I have to look good…” She says vaguely, and I cross my arms.
“And that wouldn’t have anything to do with West and Riden coming over, would it?”
She scoffs, an intense scoff, and indignantly looks at me.
“I am offended by your accusation. We dress for ourselves and for ourselvesonly.” Pause. “Boys are abonus…” She tries to hold in her nasty grin, and I shake my head.
“I knew it…” At this point in her throwing fit, I just stare, waiting for clothes.
After a good ten minutes, she decides, and I quoteFor god’s sake, Mads, you don’t have anything good to wear!Ouch. So she decided for me to wear some of her clothes. I’m wearing a white loose shirt and some bootcut jeans. She’s wearing a crop top with shorts. She then tosses me black boots with a hill.
“I’mnotwearing these.”
“Oh, come on! Not everyone could pull them off besides me! And you!” She adds quickly.
Three outfit changes later and an almost fight over wearing a t-shirt or a top, we go downstairs, and boy, did we have nice timing.Everyoneis already talking in the dining room,nearthe end of the stairs.Allison sure knows how to make a good entrance.
Everyone stops and stares. Then, the adults continue their conversation, but it seems that the young fellows have a nice time staring. I smirk.
“Keep that pretty mouth of yours open any longer, and you’ll catch flies, West.”
He gets out of La La Land and looks me up and down.
“Lookin’ good, Brown.” He says, trying to rescue him from any more embarrassment. I blush.Oh my god, stop it. “Who knew that if you tried, you could actually look decent…”
I scrunch my nose in disdain, and he winks, causing my cheeks to turn a darker shade of red, if it’s even possible.
“So cute, aren’t they?” Riden asks my best friend, amused.
“The cutest.” She mocks even more.
Those idiots never waste an opportunity to talk to each other and goof around.Ridenseems to be mesmerized by her every single time, ever since he first met her. With her wavy blonde hair and eyes that seem to have the ocean in them, everything about her is perfect. She is shorter than I am, but she isn’t exactly a short person. She can attract any boy she wants.Sometimes by accident, and sometimes not so much by accident. I always thought Riden and her would look good together.
“Why are you wearing heels?” Jake asks me. “Oh, how foolish of me. You obviously wanted to impressme.”
“Not even in your wildest dreams, West.” I sigh.
I can see that he’s about to retort, but my dad cuts in and informs, “Let’s eat.”
