The rest of the week flew by so fast that before I knew it, we were going into the weekend and Keith was asking me to hang out at his house.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked. We were still in the school parking lot as I waited for Kate because she wanted to have a sleepover and she knew my parents weren’t going to be around.
Keith racked his fingers through his hair with a smile. “Of course, I am. But if you don’t want to come for me then do it for Martha, she’s been asking me all about you and I don’t know how many times I can tell her to f**k off.”
I threw him a dirty look and crossed my hands. “You didn’t really tell her to f**k off, did you?”
“I did.”
I can’t believe him. Why would he do something like that to Martha? I liked her and I thought she was cool. With her accent and h
