Emilia POV
one week later...
Mom freaked.
Liam bolted without saying bye. Mom yelled for an eternity and then stormed back inside leaving me fully clothed, bra unhooked, feet dangling in the pool. It sucks that she came home from work an hour earlier than usual, but at least she wasn't two hours earlier when Liam and I were in the pool, doing way more than cheek-kissing. I know he's the one for me. But she doesn't see it that way.
She freaks about the stupidest things sometimes. But she always says I've lost her trust so, my bad.
At least it's Friday, which means Friday Football night, which means Pep, which also means another high school party, but that's only if we win. I finish my hair, throw on some makeup with extra sparkly eyeliner and call Chloe.
“I need a ride to the senior
