“Nothing---,”
“I asked if you two had done it yet,” Jen says. “Katy went to freaking out like always.”
Liam chocks on my fry. He is probably repulsed. “What?”
“I know ridiculous,” I say.
Liam stares at me and cocks an eyebrow. He grabs my thigh and I shiver. He leans in close to my ear, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. All the heat in my body pulls to that one spot. “We just haven’t found the right moment yet. Not ready.”
Jennifer is wide eyed. When Liam pulls back, I’m quaking. “So, who won that game last Friday?”
“What game?” Jen ask.
“You know the game,” I bite through my teeth.
“There wasn’t a game,” Liam says. “It’s not even a season.”
I grab my chicken and shove it in my mouth. I can tell they are both about to laugh, but they hold it back.
After the embarrassment of talking about sex dies down, Liam offers to take me home. I would rather ride with Jennifer since Liam has been acting strange but what girlfriend wouldn’t jump at the chance to be alone with her boyfriend. So, I get in the Jeep with Liam.
“So,” Liam says, tapping his fingers along his steering wheel. “Homecoming dance tomorrow. Is that your dress in there,” he asks, eyeing the sack in the floorboard.
“Yep, it’s black. I like it.”
“Can I take a peak?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Bad luck.”
“I thought that was a wedding not a dance.”
“Close enough.” I wave him off.
“Getting married and going to a dance is close? Do I get a honeymoon stage afterwards?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Ugh, here we go again. “Stop,” I say.
He throws his head back then laughs. “Why were you so embarrassed to talk about that today?”
“Who wants to talk about sex? It’s humiliating.”
“Only if you let it be.” You’re the one that freaked out about it at the beach. “Why is Jennifer so worried about it anyway?”
“She is fascinated with it, because her mother won’t let her date at all. She won’t get any until she goes away to college. Which is sad.”
“What a bummer. That’s sucks.”
I nod, glancing out the window. Since he is in a good mood I decide to go in for the kill. “Given any thought to searching for your mother?”
Liam ignores me. “Oh look, we’re at your house, time to get out.” He pulls over to the cull de sac and parks.
“It’s your lucky day,” I say, opening the door.
“It’s always my lucky day, see ya tomorrow, little bear.” He says before speeding off.
Jen calls me ten minutes later, reminding me we have the stupid Science test in the morning. She invites me to her house. I hate her house. I say my mom won’t let me out; she will have to come over. Her parents watch us through the doorway the entire time, making sure we’re not watching porn or looking at Taylor Lautner with his shirt off. She was grounded for a week for looking at him. I told them I done it, then they said I had to go home because I was a bad influence. Jeez, since when did Taylor Lautner bring anything other than pure joy?
Two hours later I hear a knock on the door. “I brought cookies,” Jen says, when I open the door. I stop mid step and look behind her.
“And Liam,” I say, glancing back at him.
“I brought the booze.” He smiles. “Just playing, I brought Cokes,” he says, pushing his way through the living room. “Hey,” he says to my mom who smiles at him.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”
“Great now,” he says, glancing at me. I give him a small smile. He plays his part at being a boyfriend great for a guy that has never been one.
Jen walks up to my room like it’s her house. “We’re just going to study, Mom,” I say.
She nods, sipping on her cup of coffee. “That’s fine, sweetie, go ahead.” I will never understand why she never cares if I’m alone in my room with Liam. I’m trying to send my mom telepathically, messages to say we need to study downstairs. “What’s wrong, are you feeling okay?” she asks, touching the back of her hand to my forehead.
Useless. “Yes,” I say and walk up the stairs. Liam is behind me and I hope that he isn’t looking at my butt.
“Liking the view, girlfriend,” he says, when I get to the top. I flip him the bird behind my back. “Dirty birdie,” he whispers.
Jen is laid out on my bed, cookies open, books opened and a smile on her face. “Can I speak with you real quick?” I ask.
“I’m kind of busy, Katy.”
“Now,” I grumble.