Chapter 22
Natalie
Luckily, the party was in full swing when we showed back up with the cake. I had to endure a nice little lecture from my dad about “stealing” his car. But it was worth it for the drive. Even if I was still off-kilter because of Mary Beth Wilson, née Buchanan. And I still couldn’t figure out why it had freaked me out so much. I could deal with the likes of Katherine Van Pelt, but get all worked up over Mary Beth? Pathetic.
“You saw Mary Beth?” Amy said, bending at the waist and laughing hysterically. “How did that go?”
“Awful. I was a spaz, and she was checking out Penn the whole time.”
“Of course she was. He’s the hottest guy in, like, existence. Not my type, but you know, for people like her, he’s the cream of the crop.”
“Awkward.”
“Def,” Amy agreed.
“Am I a tot
