Page 81 of The Prom Queen Project
I stared at her as though she had magically transformed into a zebra with two heads, right before my eyes. My eyebrows rocketed to my hairline. I dragged my head from side to side, my lips parting in shock. She couldn’t be serious, right? It was fifty-five degrees out.
“It’s freezing, and you don’t have a swimsuit.”
“Don’t need one.”
Without sparing a single second, Kendra pushed herself from the chair and kicked off her shoes. Raking her fingers through her braids, she pulled the black scrunchie from her wrist, twisting it around her locks.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Deadass.”
“Kendra…”
Her feet smacked softly against the concrete as she burst into a sprint toward the pool.
Before I could react, she leaped into the air, flinging herself into the water. Several cold droplets exploded outward, drenching the nearby furniture—and me.
I let out a sharp gasp.
When she resurfaced, she sucked in a breath, dragging her hands over her face. She mumbled something under her breath, legs treading water as her soaked clothes clung to her skin. I stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Will y-you p-please forgive me n-now?”
I rushed toward the pool, stretching my arm out for her to grab. “You’re being ridiculous! Get out of there!”
“Anything t-t-to get my friend back,” she stammered through chattering teeth.
“Dude, you’re literally shaking!” I wiggled my arm, urging her to take it, my expression pleading. “Come on!”
Kendra let out a shaky laugh. “I’m j-just super excited to be swimming. Y-you know what they say about b-black girls and pools…we justlovewater.”
“Kendra fucking Barrett, get out of the pool!”
“No!”
Jesus.
And I thought I was stubborn.
I stared at her as she bobbed in the water, looking more like a drenched, miserable cat than the friend I once knew.
I missed her. I really did. But could I forgive her? I guess if I wanted the outcasts to give me a second chance, the least I could do was offer the same to Kendra. Besides, she had come all this way just to apologize.
I let out a long sigh before finally giving in.
“Do you wanna sit with me at lunch?”
Her eyes widened before a grin spread across her face. “Fuck yeah, I will.”
“Where’s Andrew and Dani?”
“Uhh,” Elliot stuttered while nearly tripping over the folded edge of the rug in his living room. “They can’t come.”
“What?” I whined, puffing out my lower lip. “And here I was looking forward to kicking Andrew’s butt.”
“The only butt you’re supposed to be touching is mine.”
Oh. My. God.“AtZombies!”
