CHAPTER TWELVEStudy Date
I check my hair one last time from the front camera of my phone before ringing the doorbell. As I wait, I nervously adjust the collar of my polo shirt, making sure it isn’t sticking up.
Over the weekend, I endured a great deal of teasing from the Stillwells about my first “date”. I had adamantly repeated that it wasn’t a date; it was just two people studying together. Of course, now that I’m standing at the door to Celeste’s house, I’m nervous enough for it to actually be a date.
I hear footsteps inside, and then the door swings open to reveal Celeste grinning at me. She’s wearing the same clothes as I saw her in at school that day, but her hair is now down, instead of the ponytail from earlier. I can’t tell if she’s trying to look nice for me or not. “Come on i
