KNOX
"Mom?" I say as I approach the kitchen counter, where Isadora is seated with a plate of cookies in front of her.
"Knox," she smiles, gesturing at Isadora with a wave of her hand, "you didn't tell me that your friend was a girl. How rude of you to leave her waiting in the car."
I'm f*****g speechless. I specifically asked her not to go to the car, mostly because I don't want to explain what my true relationship with Isadora is. My parents really don't have to know about the fake dating scheme.
I don't think she's told Mom anything, because if she had, Mom would be looking at me differently.
I step closer to the counter and say, "I wasn't going to take long, that's why. We're already late."
"The campsite is only forty minutes away, Knox. That leaves you some time to have a cooki
