From my bedroom window, I watch Conner pull up. Nick and Bennet are with him, but stay in the truck. Con’s wearing jeans, a navy-blue T-shirt, and a baseball hat that’s fraying around the rim. How does he always look so hot without even trying?
As if sensing being watched, Conner glances up at my bedroom window and smiles at me.
I duck down like a dumbass.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
You know what? This is ridiculous. I have noclue why I’ve suddenly turned into this girl. Conner is my best friend. We’ve literally slept in the same bed before. He’s carried my tampons in his pocket, for crying out loud. A kiss is nothing.
Or it could be everything.
Shit. Maybe I should wait. What am I even thinking? This is a huge mistake. One I need to back off of before I screw up a perfect friendship.
But what if?
Carly dashes outside, I assume, to distract Nick and Bennet. Or maybe she’s just trying to avoid our moms who keep trying to make us play rummy with them.
Conner hops up my porch and opens the front door. My blood swishing in my ears drowns out Dad’s low rumble as he talks to him. For the next however many minutes I stand like a statue in my room freaking out on the inside.
Then there’s thebump, bump, bumpof Conner’s boots hitting my steps as he comes up to my room.
He knocks on my door.
I panic, grab my phone, and sit on the corner of my bed. “Yeah?”
Conner pops his head in. His smile makes my heart race. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I say, all nervous. My hands are shaking so I fold them across my chest, which makes my nearly non-existent boobs clack because of the rocks.
“Whatcha got in there tonight?” he asks, pointing at my tits.
My cheeks flare. “Just some good luck.”
“Oh.” He doesn’t look remotely surprised by my answer. “Which rocks are good for luck?”
“Jade’s pretty great.”
“Cool.” He looks around my room and picks up the ocean jasper I keep next to my bed. “We’re going to have a bonfire up at Dean’s tonight. Wanna come?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Grab a jacket.”
“Okay.” I rush over to my closet, grab a hoodie, and accidentally crack my head on the edge of my closet door when I close it. “Ouch.”
“Holy shit.” He’s on me in a flash. “Are you okay?”
No. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“The hell you are. Here, let me see.” He swipes my bangs away and whistles. “You’re going to have a bump from that.”
I go for it.
I panic and go for it.
I kiss him.
Conner
