Seventeen
Tanner
One minute, I’m leaning in to kiss Kylie. The next, I’m kissing the floor. Pain flashes through my skull from where I banged my head. A groan pops free from my lips. A grey trashcan filled to the brim clangs to the ground and spills candy wrappers around me.
“Kylie, what—?” A swift kick to my stomach has me curling into a fetal position and biting back a groan.
Kylie’s chair skates back as she stands and turns toward the door. “Brenda! What are you still doing here? I thought the office was empty.”
A woman’s unfamiliar voice echoes through the room. “I left a file I needed so I came back to get it. What are you doing?”
“Editing for Tanner Richard’s interview. Working with the software isn’t as easy as I remembered.”
“Don’t whine to me,” Brenda says. “It’s your own f
