Mia Hill. College bound with an athletic scholarship. A go-getter with big dreams and a fully thought out plan to make sure they come true.
But with her father's release from prison looming and the inevitable stresses of adulting, everything she wa...
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"Shh," I whisper firmly as June's giggles echo off the walls.
Grayson is holding most of her weight as we make our way to her room, trying our best not to completely alert her parents. I mean, they know these bonfires aren't completely innocent, but it doesn't mean I want to see the looks on their faces seeing June this trashed.
June claps a hand to her mouth, her giggles muffled but still vibrant enough to ensure her parents definitely know what's happening right now.
"For Christ sakes, June," Grayson jumps in now. "Maybe try not to wake up our sisters."
My eyes flash to his briefly before turning to open the bedroom door. Seeing as tonight was movie night at Sadie's, Cece and Lily are hopefully curled up, fast asleep after their sparkling vampire marathon.
"Right," June whispers, though her volume is far beyond an actual whisper.
When we get inside the room, Grayson plops her down on the bed, her head falling to the side as she grabs the blanket and hums a quiet sigh of defeat. Her eyes roll closed and I can't help but let out a sigh of my own.
"Finally," Grayson exhales, causing my eyes to fly up to his. "Can I get my keys now?"
My brows raise at his question. Does he really think my mind has changed in the drive over here?
"Nothing has changed in the last ten minutes, Grayson. You still drank at that bonfire."
There's frustration in his breath as he lets out a moan. "I'm not driving anyone but myself and like I said, it was half a beer, over an hour ago."
My hand falls to my hip, my mind already made up. "You're not the only one on the road, Grayson. Just because your car is empty, doesn't mean you aren't putting anyone at risk."
His hand falls to his forehead, raking its way down his face before he glances up at me. "There's no way you're letting me leave this house tonight, are you?"
My head begins to shake back and forth as I mouth the word Nope.
"Whatever. At least I'll be saving myself the trip of coming back here for Cece in the morning." He turns to leave, pausing in the doorway. "You know, my pranks have only gotten better with time."
I realize he's trying to scare me, make me watch my back as some form of payback for making him take a spot on the couch tonight, but I'm not giving in. "Ooh, did you graduate from messing with deodorant to freezing bras like the juvenile delinquent you are?"
"Juvenile delinquent?" He laughs, shaking his head. "I bet you'd love me pulling that prank on you."
That little smirk on his face has me crossing my arms over my chest. "More like you would. Any opportunity to touch a girl's bra, right?"
He takes a small step forward, the confidence he's always coated in shining brightly across the room. "I have no issues finding girls who will let me touch their bras. However," he pauses, dropping his eyes briefly before lifting them back to mine. "Touching yours throws in a challenge that's all too intriguing."
