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“I just don’t think you should draw that kind of sexual attention to yourself.”
Sexual what?“Dad.”
“The homecoming queen is not usually a good girl. Like you. You don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea.”
It definitely seemed like he was thinking of Mr. Halifax right now.
“So you’re saying I should vote for Soph?” Liam asked.
“Your dad did not say that,” my mom said.
“Or you could vote for one of those G girls,” my dad said. “Whatever their names are.”
Well, I actually kind of loved how dismissive he was of the Triple Gs. But...still. “Jacob was nominated too,” I said. “So maybe the two of us will win.”
My dad didn’t acknowledge my comment. Even though he’d been on board with that possibility yesterday. Now being homecoming queen meant I was a bad girl that wanted sexualattention? Gross. My dad was losing his mind. I’d told him nothing was going on between me and Mr. Halifax. But it was pretty clear he didn’t believe me.
“Speaking of homecoming,” Axel said. “Are you and Jacob renting a room at the hotel?”
Axel!
It looked like my dad’s head was going to explode.
“No,” I said firmly. “I’m coming straight home.” Which Axel knew. Because he’d already asked me that in private. What the actual F?!
“I will be driving her home afterwards,” my dad said.
“We have a limo, Dad.”
“But...”
“James.” My mom placed her hand on top of my dad’s. “Let the kids have fun at homecoming. We’ll be there the whole time making sure everything is good.”
“Wait, you’re coming too?” I asked. Both my parents were out of control.
“Of course,” my mom said. “The chaperones always bring a date. I mean...right? That is a thing, isn’t it?” She turned to my dad.
But he seemed lost in thought.
Maybe Mr. Halifax would bring someone and put my own chaotic thoughts to rest.
“This is going to be lots of fun,” Axel said.
I laughed. I needed to change the subject. “Dad, could we maybe go to the store tomorrow? I dropped my phone and the screen shattered.”
“Just give it to me. I’ll fix it.” He put his hand out.
“What?”
“I’ll fix the screen for you.” He kept his hand out.
“I’d rather just have a new one,” I said.
“Money doesn’t grow on trees, Scarlett. You just got that phone.”
“You’re a billionaire.”
“But you’re not. Give me your phone.”
