“And would you have seen that before or after you locked yourself in your room with his son?”
Oops.
“Oh my god, why won’t you drop it?” I groaned.
“You’re not in a position to get mixed up in my relationships.”
“Fromthere’s nothing between us anymore, now it’s a relationship. Great. Now I’ve lost my appetite.”
“June, get dressed I swear—”
“Okay.” I groaned reluctantly before abandoning the battlefield and shutting my bedroom door to get changed.
I took a quick shower, put on fresh underwear, put my hair in a ponytail, and put on a workout shirt. But before putting on my jeans, I paused. I wouldn’t do it again. That was the last time.
I mentally repeated it to myself.
Suddenly, someone was knocking on my door.
I was still in my underwear, so I jumped into the closet.
“I’m coming, Mom!”
I grabbed the first thing I could find and put it on.
“June, someone is—what’s your name?” A pause.
“Tiffany’s here!” I heard my mom chirp from the hallway.
Tiffany?
My mom poked her head in the door.
“Is she one of your friends?”
“Um, yeah.”
“I recommend you get home before midnight,” she added, leaving me completely speechless.
“Wait, what do you mean?”
My jaw dropped when Tiffany walked into my room. And my temporary muteness wasn’t just caused by her beauty, but by the fact that my mom seemed like a completely different person from who she was a five minutes ago.
“No need to thank me,” Tiffany teased with a satisfied grin.
“Am I wrong or did you just convince her to let me go out?”
Tiffany nodded, then came close enough to envelop me in her nice perfume.
“Is she a friend of yours?” she asked, imitating my mom’s shrill voice. We both burst out laughing, but it didn’t last long because I became serious immediately.
“Yeah, but now tell me how you convinced her. What kind of unknown skill did you use?”
The brunet wandered around my room, looking around here and there.
“I told her that I wanted to take you to get an ice cream.” I frowned, because it took a lot more with my mom.
“Sorry, what? That’s all it took?”
