POV: Reece
It's almost eight o'clock in the evening. I'm still sitting on Kimberly's couch, waiting and hoping Joseph will arrive soon.
"What will Old Moutain do if you're not home by your bedtime?" Kimberly, now stretched out on the floor, looking at the ceiling, asks. "Why do you have a bedtime?"
"I don't have a 'bedtime,'" I answer, moving my head from left to right as I think how to make the lie sound better. "He wants me home by ten--at the earliest."
Does that sound believable?
There's a sound outside Kimberly's door. A quick tap on her door causes us to look at each other.
Kimberly slowly walks to the door and looks into the peephole. She turns to me. "Is he a hot white dude?"
Instead of answering her question, I join her at the door, moving her out of the way.
As soon as I
