Page 185 of We Shouldn't Be Together
“Just home,” I say, opening the front passenger door. “Then I’m headed down to Main Street.”
“Fun,” she cheers. “I’ll join you.”
I blink at her. “You will?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun, right?”
“Umm, yeah, sure, but…”
Yvie bats a hand. “But, nothing. I need a break from Cammy.”
On instinct, I look over Yvie’s shoulder to check Camila’s nowhere in our immediate area. “You ditched her?”
“Yes.” She sighs tiredly. “She’s too much lately. Can we just hang out? Please, please, please?”
Unable to help it, I giggle and gesture at the back passenger door. “Sure, get in.”
“Oh, yay!”
Once we’re in the car, I peer behind me to say, “I’m meeting up with Kai, so it won’t just be us.”
Yvie grins. “That’s cool. Like I said, I need a Cammy break. Anything will be a relief.”
Just as Freddy reverses the car, the other back door opens and Drew pulls himself inside.
“Dude, I could’ve backed over you,” Freddy complains.
“But you didn’t,” Drew says bluntly.
I can’t help laughing at the repulsion on Yvie’s face, forced to sit next to my older brother. Her arms cross, her brow hardens, and her bubblegum pink lips twist into a scowl.
“What’s got you so cranky, princess?” Drew asks her teasingly.
Yvie clicks her tongue and shifts her attention out the window as Freddy drives us out of the student parking lot. As I face forward, I can just pick up Drew’s laughter under the sound of the car stereo.
Once we’re back home, and in my bedroom, Yvie is thumbing through my wardrobe. “Can I wear your little yellow dress?”
“It’s not summer, Yvie,” I reply, my lip upturning as I apply my lip gloss at my vanity mirror. “You’d look ridiculous.”
“But it’s super cute.” She drapes it against herself. “Besides, I can take your pink coat to wear over the top.”
“If you cover it up, what’s even the point?”
“I might meet up with Zane later, and I don’t mind showing a little leg.”
I snigger, watching her long legs as she poses. “Okay, go ahead. I don’t care.”
She sheds her school blazer and undoes her blouse. “Thanks.”
Watching my reflection, I comb my fingers through my curls, making sure they sit over my shoulders. My gold teardrop earrings pop against my hair, and the v-neckline of my shimmery black top shows off the matching necklace. I’m feeling sassy in my leopard print skinny jeans, and give myself a lift with pointed-toe, six-inch stiletto, black leather boots.
“Dang, Tabby,” Yvie cheers. “Kai’s not gonna know what hit him.”
“The goal is to make sure I get his full attention,” I say, checking out my butt in the mirror. “Is this mission accomplished?”
Yvie snaps my photo with her phone. “Oh, gosh, yes.”
“Don’t send that to Cammy.”
