Maxine
“Bye, baby,” I said, kissing my mom’s sleepy head.
“Hmm. Don’t bash my car, Maxine,” my mom warned, groggily.
Yeah, her precious car. I don’t know which she loves more—me or that car. Obviously, me but the car is still far up there on her list. I’m honestly surprised she’s letting me drive it to school instead of just dropping me off.
“Sure,” I grabbed the Range Rover keys and headed outside.
I tossed my bag into the back seat and started to round the car, but I halted when I saw someone leaning against the other side.
“Bran! You scared me. What are you doing sneaking around?” I frowned, my cheeks stinging from the memory of the most embarrassing moment of my life yesterday.
Why did I try to kiss him?
I still don’t know, but it was really stupid and awkward. The worst part?
