"You're a crappy friend."
Cammy ignores my complaint as if it never left my lips and continues to laugh at my discomfort. I wish I could hate her for it, but if the shoe were on the other foot, and she was the one who had a goose sized bump on her noggin from landing face first on the ice after trying to stop two kids who thought it was funny to pour their soda all over the rink and watch it magically turn into a soda slushy. All of which I still had to clean up after finding their parents who took no blame in raising little hellions and instead chose to blame me for not keeping a better eye on the party goers. It's days like this that make me never want to have kids!
"I'm hurt, and instead of caring about my well-being, you choose to enjoy my pain." I knock Cammy's arm with my partially melted ice pack to drive-in my point. "You have no idea how hard it is to control a group of five and six-year old's who have manners that rival a pack of hyenas. Not to mention they are fast little buggers and four out of five of them have parents that don't pay one bit attention to the destruction and mayhem their little spawn is causing. It's horrible."
With my rant now finished, I lean back into the seat of her car, close my eyes, and continue to ice my throbbing head. "Oh Princess, you will be fine. You've handled the CW Boy's and their pranks for most of your life. Even at a young age, they were more creative than grown men three times their age. I have full confidence in your ability to hold your own against a group of unimaginative kindergarteners."
I burst out laughing. "I'll let you help me the next time I host a child's party and see if you're still singing that same tune once it's over. I swear kids can be downright evil. Last week a boy no more than seven flooded the men's restroom by stopping up all the toilets with paper towels after he was denied a free extra scoop of ice cream."
She drums her fingers over the steering wheel to the beat of the music and flashes a mischievous grin. "Sounds like my kind of trouble."
I shake my head in disbelief. "Only you would find mopping up gallons of toilet water over a scoop of ice cream fair exchange." Rolling down the window I enjoy the salty sea air while it's still semi warm. Florida doesn't get extremely cold winters like other states up North do, but when the wind blows in off of the Gulf, it makes the air feel cooler and wet all at the same time. It's not exactly unpleasant, but it can get uncomfortable if you're out in the elements for too long.
Cam takes the next exit off the highway and heads to my house. When we pull into the driveway, I'm surprised to see my mom's car there along with Dex's and Nate's. "Didn't you say your mom was working a double shift today?"
I nod as I'm climbing out of her car. "That's what was written on the calendar in the kitchen. I wasn't expecting her home until early tomorrow morning." I nibble my bottom lip with worry. "I hope everything's okay."
We're halfway across the lawn when the front door swings open. Nate strides out with a wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a tight fitted dark gray training top that accentuates his toned, muscular physique. His dark eyes light up as he puts an arm around my waist and pulls me into a hug.
"Looks like we have a full house today." I step back and nod toward the house. "Everything okay in there?"
Nate smiles and then reaches to my cheek, wiping away a strand of hair that is blowing in my face. "Yeah. Your mom got off early due to someone double scheduling her wing and the guys and I came home after Jimmie pulled a hamstring trying to act like Jordan and dunk a basket well out of his reach."
My eyes widen, but I'm not shocked by Jimmie getting hurt. It's what I was warning him and Dex about over breakfast. As always, my wisdom falls on deaf ears, and the result is exactly as I predicted it to be.