Jolene:
You weren’t being funny at the dance.
Adam:
Nothing about holding you felt funny.
Jolene:
That’s what I’m talking about.
Adam:
Fine. Next time I have you in my arms, I tickle you instead.
I started to typeInstead?but that would have invited all sorts of other responses. I deleted it.
Jolene:
Dream on.
Adam:
We’ll see. Night, Jolene.
Jolene:
Night.
A door slammed, and a moment later a car peeled out of the driveway.
I unclasped my mother’s pearl necklace and set it on my dresser.
ADAM
Jeremy had been smiling all weekend since the dance, and I’d avoided confronting him over springing his date on me, because my night with Jolene had still been amazing. But when he started whistling as we drove to school on Monday, I’d had enough.
My hand lashed out and I turned the radio on. Loud.
Beside me, Jeremy laughed and flicked it off. “All right. Say it.”
I kept my mouth shut as I let my gaze travel over the cars we passed.
“I can’t believe what a pissy little brat you are sometimes.” Jeremy gritted his teeth. “Fine, I should have told you about Erica, okay?”
“Hell yes, you should have told me about Erica.”
My brother’s jaw relaxed since I’d decided to yell at him instead of stay silent. “Hey, I told you you’d regret letting Erica go. You can’t be mad that she’s into me now, especially since you told me to ask her out.”
“I don’t regret breaking up with Erica.” I shook my head at how dense he was. “And I don’t care that you’re going out with her, if that’s what she wants.”
“Oh, it’s definitely what she wants.” Jeremy grinned.
I locked my jaw. “I swear, if you think about whistling again...”
Jeremy started laughing. “Well, then what? You got the girl you want and I got the girl you were too stupid to want.” The back of his hand slapped my chest. “Cheer up.”
I glanced down at where he’d slapped me before turning to face him. “You’re a tool,” I told him in a calm voice.
