Chapter 6

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I saw her car in the driveway. The usual cherry mustang. The cheetah seat covers. It was her. Bikini and all. Bright red lip stick. Black smokey eyelids outlining her brown terrorists. Bright blond wavy hair hanging to her butt. It was Liv.
"Callie," she said in her usual cocky voice.
"Liv... Is trevor back?"
"Yeah but he's getting his stuff to sleepover."
"You mean his condoms and his tighty whiteys?"
She stared at me with her terrorists again. I walked into the house. Trevor was the bathroom. Just as I guessed, in the bag of condoms.
"Hey babe, do you think th-. Cal! It's not what it looks like," he was hiding the handful behind him.
"Trevor. we need to talk. someone likes me."
"And."
"And he isn't asking me out because of."
"Of..." he copied.
"Of you..." I said.

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