When I finally ripped my hand away from his, I began moving away but he stopped me.
“When are we going to meet back at the car?” He asked, smirking. I shrugged, unsure.
“Well, what time is your Aunt supposed to be home?” He asked, speaking to me as if I was a child.
“She said she’d be back at around 2 or 3.” I replied calmly, trying to steady my pulse while everyone watched us like the News when a storm warning was on.
“Are you good at keeping time?” He continued smirking as if he knew something I didn't. Was there something on my face? Or worse, my back? I shrugged again before he laughed as if I’d said something hilarious. Is that the effect popularity has on people? Uncontrollable bursts of laughter?
“Can I see your phone?” He asked, taking me by surprise. I felt my eyes widen as I
