My eyebrows shoot up. “You’ve got your license?”
“Of course! I drive my mom’s car back in Cincy.”
“And what car would you be driving Amelia home in?”
“Yours.”
I laugh. “Dream on. Nobody touches my baby.”
“I can force you to let me.”
“Nope. You’d have to knock me out, and even then—it’s not happening.”
“I could always steal it,” she counters.
Amelia bursts out laughing. “Now there’s an idea!”
Did she just laugh?
Amelia clamps her mouth shut.
When I finally pull up outside the dorm, I’m desperate for a nice cool keg. I can’t believe my sister is actually here, at my place, and even though the only reason she agreed is Carrie’s blackmail thing, there’s a part of me that wants to believe she’s giving me a second chance.
Kissing Carrie, building bridges with Amelia—tonight looks set to be pretty epic, and I just hope the Campus Drivers haven’t got some kind of fucked-up surprise in store for me.
The girls are right behind me when I push open the door to our place. I take one step in, then throw an arm out to stop them from going any farther.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
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Donovan’s huge arm just hit me square in the forehead.What the hell?
I duck under his elbow and look around. Everything seems pretty normal to me—people drinking, chatting. Standard.
“Okay, take two,” he starts. “Let’s try this again. I’m gonna shut the door and count to four, and when we come back in, I’m expecting the kind of birthday welcome your boy deserves.”
He presses his forearm into me again, pushing me back, and I swear if I were a couple of inches taller, I’d bite a chunk out of him. Amelia and I shuffle back, watching in dismay as Don slams the door shut.
“Seriously?” she sighs.
“Three… Four!”
He turns the handle, and we make our big entrance all over again, only this time, cries of “Happy Birthday!” light up the room.
“Oh my God, guys!” He widens his eyes. “You shouldn’t have! This issucha surprise!”
I jostle him forward. “Diva coming through!”
“Give me your stuff.” He turns to us. “I’ll put it in my room.”
We hand our bags and coats over, and before I know it, his entire gang is there, circling me.
“You had dinner with his parents!” Lois crows, like she’s accusing me of something.
Becca raises an eyebrow. “Care to tell me why I had to find out about this through Carter?”
“We’re supposed to be friends!” Lois adds, pointing at me like I’m on trial.
