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“No.” She purses her lips, and her head tilts to the side, looking at her sketch. “I told you yesterday not to agree to anything, any-single-thing that guy has to offer. And what did you do?” She lifts her head and looks at me, pissed. “Did you listen to me? No, because who listens to Brook, right? So now you go to the stupid hockey game by yourself. Or even better, with miss who has a stick shoved up her ass.”

“But…”

“No, buts.”

“But…”

“I said I don’t want to hear but.”

“What are you going to do then?” I change my approach. Maybe she’ll decide to go if she realizes that she doesn’t have anything to do while I’m away.

“I’ll stay here and hang out with Lola.” She shrugs. “It can’t take that long, can it?”

Sighing, I throw myself at the bed. “I have no idea.”

“Did you ask them how long it’ll take?”

“Didn’t cross my mind,” I mutter, flashbacks of yesterday going through my head. And I’m not even talking about flashbacks of Max smooth-talking me into coming. I’m talking about what happened afterward with Derek.

I can’t stop thinking about it, so much that I even dreamed of it last night. Tossing and turning at first, I finally managed to fall asleep only for my dreams to take me back to that classroom.

I was lying on my back, Derek hovering over me. His lips moving, leaving small kisses from my shoulder, over my exposed collarbone, and up the neck. My fingers were tangled in his soft, blond hair, holding him closer to me. Not that he was showing any signs of going anywhere, but I didn’t want to risk being left hot and bothered by his touch.

After repeating the same process on the other side, his lips finally found mine and all I could do was devour him. He tried to do that teasing thing again, but I softly bit into his lower lip…

“Why are you so flushed?” Suspiciousness in Brook's voice brings me back from daydreaming.

“No reason,” I utter quickly, but blush even more instead. So much for acting nonchalant.

“Ohh, please…”

“It’s hot in here.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she returns to her drawing. “Tell that to yourself.”

“Itishot in here,” I insist. “Anyway, returning to the subject, what does one wear to the hockey game?”

“There is a dress code for a hockey game?” She laughs. “I thought people go naked to those things.”

“Brook!” I throw one of the pillows sitting on my bed at her. “You are so not being funny!”

“It is funny.” She throws pillow back at me. “You are so worked up over this thing.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!” She laughs. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you are worked up over all of this because Max asked you.”

“What?” Stunned, I sit up. “No. That’s so not the reason.”

“Then what is it?”

“I…”

The sound of a door opening downstairs followed by Mom’s voice interrupts us. “Lia, you have company!”

Brook and I exchange knowing glances. Lately, there’s been a lot of company coming over for me, so we aren’t really surprised. Or maybe just a little bit.

She points her finger at me as I walk out of the room. “This discussion is not over, missy.”

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