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need to find out about her life here, on a personal level, right?"
Kinley nods while drinking her water.
"Then who do I know that used to spend a nauseating amount of time in her house?"
Kinley grins. She totally gets it. Our journey to BFF-dom is totally on track.
CHAPTER NINE
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Fifteen minutes later, there's a knock at the door, and my heart leaps from my chest and lands at my feet. Ohmigod, it's Troy. As I run downstairs, and nearly trip on the hall rug, Dad opens the door. Damn. Not that I'm trying to sneak Troy in or anything, but I had hoped to answer it. You know, so I'm the first person he sees, so I can catch the look on his face when he sees me.
After texting him, Kinley helped me pick out a denim skirt and light pink, off-the-shoulder top, not too fancy or Dad would get suspicious but not so plain that Troy doesn't notice me.
"Hello, Troy." Dad gives me a sideways glance.
Kinley places a hand on my back and shoves me forward. I knock into Dad, making his hand slip off the door, and get a good look at my guest. Troy's wearing khaki-colored cargo shorts and a light blue button-down, short sleeve shirt. It's clean, but his usual style, so I can't tell if he primped like me or not.
"Dad, we invited Troy over to help us." Yes, I'm totally including Kinley in this adventure. Surely Dad won't yell in front of them.
He quirks an eyebrow. "Help with what?"
Damn, I didn't think this through. It's unlike me to not have a plan, but when Troy agreed to come over, my only thoughts were seeing him and what I'd wear. If I tell the truth, Dad will constantly be suspicious every time I leave the house. He won't want me anywhere near Linzy's disappearance. But what else is there to say? I can't use school as an excuse when it's summer vacation.
"My parents want to send me to camp, and Troy's been there, so I was hoping he could help me convince them it's not a good idea," Kinley says.
We all stare at her for a moment. She stays in constant eye contact with Dad. There's no sweat on her upper lip, no twitches. Gosh, she's a great liar.
Dad nods and steps back, allowing Troy to enter. I shut the door, and Dad wags his finger at me. "In the kitchen only."
Heat creeps into my face. I widen my eyes and hope he can mentally read my death glare. Don't embarrass me . "I know. Come on, guys."
Once around the table, and after Dad shuts his door, I say to Kinley, "Way to go making up an elaborate lie so quickly."
Kinley shakes her head. "Unfortunately it's not a lie. My parents do want to send me to Camp Greenwood."
Troy frowns. "How'd you know I went there?"
She looks down. "I overheard you telling your friends during lunch in eighth grade."
"She remembers everything," I say with a smile. But it quickly fades when the enormous weight of her words hits me. "Wait, you aren't going to go though, right?"
I can't lose her after just friending her. It would be the worst. I'd have no one then. Yeah, hopefully Troy and I will be unofficially dating soon, but I can't talk clothes and cute boysâ¦other cute boys with him. Just because you're in a relationship doesn't mean you don't notice other people. And you always need your girl friends.
She shrugs. "Not if I can find a way out of it."
"I'll fill you in on it. It wasn't a great experience," Troy says. "But this isn't why you texted me to come over?"
"No," I whisper. "We want to know about Linzy, and since you dated Shayla, and you're the only person in town I knowâ¦"
He leans back and nods, all relaxed and chill-like. "I get it. Okay, what do you want to know? And why?"
The what is the easy part. The why is tricky. Do I really want to admit I'm a blood-thirsty, murder buff who wants to play amateur sleuth? He's the Chief of Detective's son. Maybe he and his mom are close and share everything. She'll tell Dad. He'll ground me. That'll stunt my social growth.
"Wellâ¦" I look to Kinley for support, but she doesn't come to my rescue this time.
"Do you know more
Kinley nods while drinking her water.
"Then who do I know that used to spend a nauseating amount of time in her house?"
Kinley grins. She totally gets it. Our journey to BFF-dom is totally on track.
CHAPTER NINE
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Fifteen minutes later, there's a knock at the door, and my heart leaps from my chest and lands at my feet. Ohmigod, it's Troy. As I run downstairs, and nearly trip on the hall rug, Dad opens the door. Damn. Not that I'm trying to sneak Troy in or anything, but I had hoped to answer it. You know, so I'm the first person he sees, so I can catch the look on his face when he sees me.
After texting him, Kinley helped me pick out a denim skirt and light pink, off-the-shoulder top, not too fancy or Dad would get suspicious but not so plain that Troy doesn't notice me.
"Hello, Troy." Dad gives me a sideways glance.
Kinley places a hand on my back and shoves me forward. I knock into Dad, making his hand slip off the door, and get a good look at my guest. Troy's wearing khaki-colored cargo shorts and a light blue button-down, short sleeve shirt. It's clean, but his usual style, so I can't tell if he primped like me or not.
"Dad, we invited Troy over to help us." Yes, I'm totally including Kinley in this adventure. Surely Dad won't yell in front of them.
He quirks an eyebrow. "Help with what?"
Damn, I didn't think this through. It's unlike me to not have a plan, but when Troy agreed to come over, my only thoughts were seeing him and what I'd wear. If I tell the truth, Dad will constantly be suspicious every time I leave the house. He won't want me anywhere near Linzy's disappearance. But what else is there to say? I can't use school as an excuse when it's summer vacation.
"My parents want to send me to camp, and Troy's been there, so I was hoping he could help me convince them it's not a good idea," Kinley says.
We all stare at her for a moment. She stays in constant eye contact with Dad. There's no sweat on her upper lip, no twitches. Gosh, she's a great liar.
Dad nods and steps back, allowing Troy to enter. I shut the door, and Dad wags his finger at me. "In the kitchen only."
Heat creeps into my face. I widen my eyes and hope he can mentally read my death glare. Don't embarrass me . "I know. Come on, guys."
Once around the table, and after Dad shuts his door, I say to Kinley, "Way to go making up an elaborate lie so quickly."
Kinley shakes her head. "Unfortunately it's not a lie. My parents do want to send me to Camp Greenwood."
Troy frowns. "How'd you know I went there?"
She looks down. "I overheard you telling your friends during lunch in eighth grade."
"She remembers everything," I say with a smile. But it quickly fades when the enormous weight of her words hits me. "Wait, you aren't going to go though, right?"
I can't lose her after just friending her. It would be the worst. I'd have no one then. Yeah, hopefully Troy and I will be unofficially dating soon, but I can't talk clothes and cute boysâ¦other cute boys with him. Just because you're in a relationship doesn't mean you don't notice other people. And you always need your girl friends.
She shrugs. "Not if I can find a way out of it."
"I'll fill you in on it. It wasn't a great experience," Troy says. "But this isn't why you texted me to come over?"
"No," I whisper. "We want to know about Linzy, and since you dated Shayla, and you're the only person in town I knowâ¦"
He leans back and nods, all relaxed and chill-like. "I get it. Okay, what do you want to know? And why?"
The what is the easy part. The why is tricky. Do I really want to admit I'm a blood-thirsty, murder buff who wants to play amateur sleuth? He's the Chief of Detective's son. Maybe he and his mom are close and share everything. She'll tell Dad. He'll ground me. That'll stunt my social growth.
"Wellâ¦" I look to Kinley for support, but she doesn't come to my rescue this time.
"Do you know more
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