Page 166 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Milo grunts, finding his balance as Mom combs her hand through his mop of hair. “Mom. Quit it.”
“Okay, okay,” she mutters. She then rounds the table and raises her camera. “Say, cheese.”
I sling an arm around Milo, and he tenses in my grip. “Cheese.”
Dad makes sure everyone is force-fed cake, and then we finally get to leave the house. Mom reminds me my stitches have only just come out, and I ignore her the best I can.
Nothing is getting me down today.
I’m finally getting out of the house.
I’m finally able to see Tabitha.
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I’mswooningatthethought of seeing Kai today. Seeing as I need to wait until this afternoon, I figured I’d pass some time with retail therapy. It is Kai’s birthday, after all. I wanna find him something. But what do I get for a guy like Kai?
Hmm. Maybe I should’ve asked Drew for suggestions before leaving the house. Not that they’re that much alike, but it’d be a start.
As I walk along the pavement outside the strip mall, I can’t help smiling at the memory of being at the arcade with Kai. Maybe I could do something cute like buy tokens for another arcade date? If I knew what video game he was currently playing, maybe I could buy credits for it? Are they even called credits? Are they game specific, or console specific?
Ugh. I’m out of my depth with this.
My phone buzzes in my clutch purse. I dig it out and read the screen,“Cammy calling.”
I hit decline. Nope. Not today.
Just as I’m about to slip my phone back into my clutch, a text pops up from Cammy."We can see you."
I gulp, swiftly looking up and scanning my immediate area.
“Over here!” her voice calls out.
From the other side of the road, Camila and Yvette cross the street to meet me.
Yay.
“Did you just decline my call?” Cammy accuses, hands on hips.
“No,” I rush as they land in front of me. “I hit the wrong button. I was about to call you back before you texted me.”
“Uh-huh,” Cammy drawls. “So, what are you up to?”
I shrug. “Just shopping.”
“Like, duh.” Cammy laughs. “Oh, and by the way, I have no desire to go back to Cynthia’s.”
“Why’s that?”
Glee fills her expression. “Daddy bought me the red dress yesterday.”
“Oh.” I slouch with relief. “You must be so happy to have it in your wardrobe.”
“It’s so beautiful, I’ve barely taken it out of its dress bag,” she gushes. “Will you come back to my place to see it on me?”
My goodness. Wasn’t it enough that I went to the store six times to see her wear it? “Ah, I would, but…”
“But, what?” Camila’s hands grasp her hips. “You want to alienate me further?”
