"Maybe we should get those bumper things," I suggested to Kimberly, as another one of her bowling balls ended up in the gutter. "Absolutely not," she declined, with a huff. "I'm going to get the hang of this." "Well you're at a grand total of zero for the game," Clarkson deadpanned. "So good luck." "You shut your face," Kimberly warned, lowering her eyes at him. He cracked a smile at that. Pretty sure it was his first one of the night. Kimberly plopped down next to me, folding her arms across her chest. "My turn?" Collin asked, rising to his feet. "Yes Mr. I'm-Perfect-At-Bowling," Kimberly said, venom dripping from her words. Collin chuckled, flashing her a pearly white smile. "Watch and learn." "I hate your boyfriend," Kimberly muttered. I glanced up at the scoreboard. Collin
