JENNA’S POV
Tell me why I had been trying to start this stupid car for almost thirty minutes and it still wouldn’t budge.
Did Dad seriously give me one of his beat-down cars just to get me to shut up and leave him alone?
I groaned and leaned back in the seat before grabbing my phone from my purse. Scrolling through my contacts, I found his number and dialed.
He picked up after the second ring.
“Hello?” His deep voice came through the speaker.
Oh thank God.
“What’s wrong, Jenna?” His tone turned stern almost immediately.
“The car isn’t working.”
“Which car did you take?”
“The one you gave me the keys for.”
Duh.
“What color is it?”
“Red?” I replied, leaning my head out of the window to double-check the color like an i***t.
“Oh,” he said after a short pause. “I gave you the wron
