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to totally know what he’s doing.)
I wipe my webcam free of smudges before pressing the call button on Skype. Reagan pops on the screen, looking like she stayed up all night. A giant coffee cup is in her hand, and her hair is hanging from a loose ponytail, fraying all around her face. The makeup she wore yesterday is smeared on her eyelids, which are barely open enough to watch me.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Ughnnnn,” she whines, then takes a sip of her coffee. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Like eleven.” I laugh, checking the clock on my laptop, which says 10:49. “What were you and Wesley doing last night?”
“Studying our brains out.” She yawns, then wipes goobers from her eyes. “He’s still asleep.”
I turn my head to the side. “How do you know?”
“Because he’s in your bed.”
“What?”
“Shh …” She covers her ears like I was standing next to her and not sitting a few hundred miles away. “Too early.”
Like she’s one to talk. She’s always the one to wake me up with cheesy love songs and pillow fights. I lower my voice. “What is he doing in my bed?”
She rolls her eyes and gulps more coffee. “Oh, you know, we totally went at it last night and I didn’t want to ruin my sheets, so we used yours. I rocked his world so bad he zonked out and hasn’t recovered yet.”
If I wasn’t trying to get those two together I would’ve let out an “ew” followed by a display of my gag reflex. Instead I say, “I knew you two were sneaking around.”
She blows a raspberry at me. “We were studying, you doof. I didn’t want him to get caught by Bitchy Brenda, so I let him crash here. I promise he didn’t wet the bed.”
I wrinkle my nose, biting back how it won’t matter if he didn’t pee his pants—my sheets will still smell all Wesleyfied when I get back. Not that he smells bad, but it’s not exactly what I want hanging around in my nostrils right before I go to sleep. I heard somewhere you can havecrazy sex dreams depending on what memories are triggered by the scents you inhale while you sleep.
“Anyway, are you and Talon doing anything today?” Reagan asks, scratching her hair and pulling more strands out of the ponytail.
I shrug. “Yeah. He’s supposed to be here in a bit. More football lessons.”
Reagan guffaws, spraying her keyboard with coffee. She wipes it off with her sleeve. “I love you, girl. But after a year, I’m pretty sure your throwing arm is a lost cause.”
“It’s fun. I don’t mind.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She smiles and I get all panicky for a second. She’s acting like she totally knows I only play football with Talon because I’m in love with him. Then she chucks her empty coffee cup offscreen. “Wake up, loser! Kayla’s online. Come say hi.”
I hear Wesley groan, and I rake my fingers through my hair, which is totally pointless because my curls don’t do anything but misbehave, but it’s as if I’m on autopilot. So stupid. I don’t need to look good for Wesley.
The doorbell rings and Mom calls up the stairs letting me know Talon is here. Ah … my instincts must’ve known he was right at my door, and that’s why I got all paranoid about making my hair look good.
“Send him up!” I yell.
Reagan squeals. “Is Talon there?”
My heart kind of falls into a sinkhole in my chest and I nod. They’re going to make kissy faces at each other and Talon’s going to get my screen all gross. But then again, if he kisses my computer, I think I’ll be okay with that.
Wesley pops his sleepy head in view of the camera just as Talon taps on my door and lets himself in my room. I’m suddenly wishing Talon had slept in my bed just for the dreams I could’ve had. He smells like peaches and chili powder. Weird combo but heavenly at the same time. He leans over me to rest his hands on the desk, smiling his gorgeous grin at our two buds through the screen.
I bite back that uncontrollable sigh, and I swear I see Wesley nod in
I wipe my webcam free of smudges before pressing the call button on Skype. Reagan pops on the screen, looking like she stayed up all night. A giant coffee cup is in her hand, and her hair is hanging from a loose ponytail, fraying all around her face. The makeup she wore yesterday is smeared on her eyelids, which are barely open enough to watch me.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Ughnnnn,” she whines, then takes a sip of her coffee. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Like eleven.” I laugh, checking the clock on my laptop, which says 10:49. “What were you and Wesley doing last night?”
“Studying our brains out.” She yawns, then wipes goobers from her eyes. “He’s still asleep.”
I turn my head to the side. “How do you know?”
“Because he’s in your bed.”
“What?”
“Shh …” She covers her ears like I was standing next to her and not sitting a few hundred miles away. “Too early.”
Like she’s one to talk. She’s always the one to wake me up with cheesy love songs and pillow fights. I lower my voice. “What is he doing in my bed?”
She rolls her eyes and gulps more coffee. “Oh, you know, we totally went at it last night and I didn’t want to ruin my sheets, so we used yours. I rocked his world so bad he zonked out and hasn’t recovered yet.”
If I wasn’t trying to get those two together I would’ve let out an “ew” followed by a display of my gag reflex. Instead I say, “I knew you two were sneaking around.”
She blows a raspberry at me. “We were studying, you doof. I didn’t want him to get caught by Bitchy Brenda, so I let him crash here. I promise he didn’t wet the bed.”
I wrinkle my nose, biting back how it won’t matter if he didn’t pee his pants—my sheets will still smell all Wesleyfied when I get back. Not that he smells bad, but it’s not exactly what I want hanging around in my nostrils right before I go to sleep. I heard somewhere you can havecrazy sex dreams depending on what memories are triggered by the scents you inhale while you sleep.
“Anyway, are you and Talon doing anything today?” Reagan asks, scratching her hair and pulling more strands out of the ponytail.
I shrug. “Yeah. He’s supposed to be here in a bit. More football lessons.”
Reagan guffaws, spraying her keyboard with coffee. She wipes it off with her sleeve. “I love you, girl. But after a year, I’m pretty sure your throwing arm is a lost cause.”
“It’s fun. I don’t mind.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She smiles and I get all panicky for a second. She’s acting like she totally knows I only play football with Talon because I’m in love with him. Then she chucks her empty coffee cup offscreen. “Wake up, loser! Kayla’s online. Come say hi.”
I hear Wesley groan, and I rake my fingers through my hair, which is totally pointless because my curls don’t do anything but misbehave, but it’s as if I’m on autopilot. So stupid. I don’t need to look good for Wesley.
The doorbell rings and Mom calls up the stairs letting me know Talon is here. Ah … my instincts must’ve known he was right at my door, and that’s why I got all paranoid about making my hair look good.
“Send him up!” I yell.
Reagan squeals. “Is Talon there?”
My heart kind of falls into a sinkhole in my chest and I nod. They’re going to make kissy faces at each other and Talon’s going to get my screen all gross. But then again, if he kisses my computer, I think I’ll be okay with that.
Wesley pops his sleepy head in view of the camera just as Talon taps on my door and lets himself in my room. I’m suddenly wishing Talon had slept in my bed just for the dreams I could’ve had. He smells like peaches and chili powder. Weird combo but heavenly at the same time. He leans over me to rest his hands on the desk, smiling his gorgeous grin at our two buds through the screen.
I bite back that uncontrollable sigh, and I swear I see Wesley nod in
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