Adam:
Unless your friend’s boyfriend drives a certain DeLorean, it’s gonna take you longer than twenty minutes to get here.
Jolene:
! You are totally winning for the Back to the Future reference right now. And I stand by my original estimate. Ask me why.
Adam:
...
Jolene:
Because we left fifteen minutes ago.
Adam:
You’re out of your mind. What if I said no?
Jolene:
LOL
Adam:
I could have said no.
Jolene:
You’re hilarious. Now give me the address.
ADAM
“What are you wearing?”
Jolene made a face as a girl from inside the car called out, “Told you.”
“Yes, I go to a private school. Yes, they make us wear uniforms. No, it’s not a Catholic school. The plaid skirt is just something they decided on to torment us.”
And me, apparently. It wasn’t even short, but I’d almost tripped down the school steps when I pushed out of the double doors and saw her leaning again a car. In tights and that skirt.
It was cold enough outside that I hoped she chalked up my red cheeks to the temperature, but just to be sure, I said something completely at odds with how surreal I found the situation.
“You know that text conversation this morning could have been avoided if you’d just sent me a picture of what you were wearing. I’d have been in.”
“Seriously? Boys are so dumb.”
Relieved, I shrugged. “So you must be Cherry.” I stuck my hand through the car window. “Hey, I’m Adam.”
Cherry shook my hand and raised her eyebrows at Jolene. “Polite, too. Are you sure we should be kidnapping him? Someone is going to miss him.”
“I have a shared custody agreement with his girlfriend, so we’re good.”
“You have a what?” My hands grew sweaty at the thought of Erica and the fact that she had no idea I was about to take off with another girl.
Jolene sighed. “I get you two weekends a month. Two. She can give me one measly afternoon, since I’m guessing she won’t even know you’re gone.”
I felt my cheeks heat again, because she wasn’t wrong. Erica would be less than thrilled by my friendship with Jolene—and could I even call it a friendship when I thought about her all the time? We texted every day when we were at home, and we barely left each other’s sides at the apartment. Jolene was becoming my best friend, except I never got caught checking out my other friends’ tights-covered legs or thinking about them while I kissed my girlfriend.
