“What’s up?” I ask. My face is stretched so thin from smiling that I feel like it might crack.
“We have a problem.”
Cole's solemn face sounds alarm bells. My stomach drops and I mentally scan the list of everything I’ve done in the past 24 hours. Did I leave my burner phone out? Did —
Cole interrupts my worrying. “You have nothing to wear for tonight,” he says.
I sigh loudly.
“You look relieved,” Cole says, narrowing his eyes.
“Um, yeah,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I was just, you know, worried I was going to get in trouble or something.”
“For what?”
Oh, f**k.
“Um, … not cleaning my room?” I offer weakly. It’s the best I can come up with on the spot.
Cole's expression relaxes and a mischievous smirk comes across his face.
“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we? Get over
