mad.”
“Who were you texting?”
Sighing, Brynn cut her eyes over to the door, wishing she could make a break for it before the interrogation got too bad. As many times as she’d come home in the past, complaining about Cassidy and her merry band of… um, witches or whatever, to ignore time with Laura simply to text Cassidy would surely stir up a few questions, questions she would have to answer or look guilty for doing something she had yet to do.
“Cassidy Rivers,” she mumbled softly.
“Cassidy Rivers?” her parents asked in perfect harmony, surprise filling their voices.
“Yes.” Brynn spun her can of soda between her thumb and forefinger. “Mrs. Miller is making us work together on a project.” She shrugged. “Cass is actually being kinda cool now. I mean, she’s not as mean as I thought. She’s actually kinda nice.”
“Nice enough to ignore your best friend?” her mother asked as she piled a tall helping of golden-yellow scrambled eggs onto Brynn’s plate.
“I dunno,” Brynn said, picking up her fork.
She aimlessly pushed the pile of eggs around as she stared at her plate. Truthfully, she felt bad for fighting with Laura, but the things she was going through, the feelings she had for Cassidy, weren’t something she felt comfortable sharing with anyone right now, including her best friend.
“Are you going to eat or play with your food?” her father asked.
“I’m really not that hungry.”
“Breakfast is important, kiddo. Eat half, okay?”
Swallowing, Brynn scooped up a forkful of fluffy scrambled eggs. She ate them, even though she really didn’t want to, but she knew if she didn’t, her parents would keep her at that table forever. Right now, she didn’t think she could deal with that kind of torture. She wanted to see Cassidy… like yesterday.
Her plate was a little more than half clean, nothing left but a slice of bacon and half a biscuit, but that was enough to satisfy her mom and dad. They didn’t tell her to stay there when she stood from the table and didn’t ask her to wait for her little sister—the all-day sleeper—before being allowed to make her escape, which was a good thing, because as it stood, she was willing to forego a shower just to see Cassidy.
Immediately, Brynn went to the bathroom, took some minty fresh toothpaste to her breakfast breath, and scrubbed and scrubbed until her mouth felt clean. Then she brushed her hair back and finished it off with a black ribbon fashioned into a headband. She didn’t bother with makeup, because makeup took way too long. Then she tore down the hall and into her bedroom.
As she dressed in her jeans and black, girlie T-shirt, she wondered if Cassidy was even awake yet or if all this rushing would be a complete waste of time. Most kids her age wouldn’t dare to open their eyes at such an ungodly hour, but Brynn was on a mission.
She slipped her tiny feet into a pair of ratty black Converse, grabbed her hoodie, and then ripped down the stairs and out the front door before anyone could stop her.
It wasn’t until she felt the cool morning air against her face and saw the golden sunlight rising on the horizon that Brynn actually slowed down to her normal pace. There was still dew on the grass. A few houses even had their porch lights on. Most of the neighbors still slept soundly, but Brynn didn’t care, and she sure hoped Cassidy wasn’t the type to sleep in on a Saturday either.
She rounded the corner, and the moment Cassidy’s house came into view, a smile curled the corner of her lips. Brynn picked up the pace again, running full force for the Riverses’ house. Her Converse flapped against the asphalt, all the way up the concrete walkway and straight to Cassidy’s front door. When she lifted her arm to knock, her hand was trembling, and she realized she could barely breathe.
The door opened, and an incredibly beautiful woman with hair nearly as gold as the sun stood in the doorway. Her eyes were soft and
“Who were you texting?”
Sighing, Brynn cut her eyes over to the door, wishing she could make a break for it before the interrogation got too bad. As many times as she’d come home in the past, complaining about Cassidy and her merry band of… um, witches or whatever, to ignore time with Laura simply to text Cassidy would surely stir up a few questions, questions she would have to answer or look guilty for doing something she had yet to do.
“Cassidy Rivers,” she mumbled softly.
“Cassidy Rivers?” her parents asked in perfect harmony, surprise filling their voices.
“Yes.” Brynn spun her can of soda between her thumb and forefinger. “Mrs. Miller is making us work together on a project.” She shrugged. “Cass is actually being kinda cool now. I mean, she’s not as mean as I thought. She’s actually kinda nice.”
“Nice enough to ignore your best friend?” her mother asked as she piled a tall helping of golden-yellow scrambled eggs onto Brynn’s plate.
“I dunno,” Brynn said, picking up her fork.
She aimlessly pushed the pile of eggs around as she stared at her plate. Truthfully, she felt bad for fighting with Laura, but the things she was going through, the feelings she had for Cassidy, weren’t something she felt comfortable sharing with anyone right now, including her best friend.
“Are you going to eat or play with your food?” her father asked.
“I’m really not that hungry.”
“Breakfast is important, kiddo. Eat half, okay?”
Swallowing, Brynn scooped up a forkful of fluffy scrambled eggs. She ate them, even though she really didn’t want to, but she knew if she didn’t, her parents would keep her at that table forever. Right now, she didn’t think she could deal with that kind of torture. She wanted to see Cassidy… like yesterday.
Her plate was a little more than half clean, nothing left but a slice of bacon and half a biscuit, but that was enough to satisfy her mom and dad. They didn’t tell her to stay there when she stood from the table and didn’t ask her to wait for her little sister—the all-day sleeper—before being allowed to make her escape, which was a good thing, because as it stood, she was willing to forego a shower just to see Cassidy.
Immediately, Brynn went to the bathroom, took some minty fresh toothpaste to her breakfast breath, and scrubbed and scrubbed until her mouth felt clean. Then she brushed her hair back and finished it off with a black ribbon fashioned into a headband. She didn’t bother with makeup, because makeup took way too long. Then she tore down the hall and into her bedroom.
As she dressed in her jeans and black, girlie T-shirt, she wondered if Cassidy was even awake yet or if all this rushing would be a complete waste of time. Most kids her age wouldn’t dare to open their eyes at such an ungodly hour, but Brynn was on a mission.
She slipped her tiny feet into a pair of ratty black Converse, grabbed her hoodie, and then ripped down the stairs and out the front door before anyone could stop her.
It wasn’t until she felt the cool morning air against her face and saw the golden sunlight rising on the horizon that Brynn actually slowed down to her normal pace. There was still dew on the grass. A few houses even had their porch lights on. Most of the neighbors still slept soundly, but Brynn didn’t care, and she sure hoped Cassidy wasn’t the type to sleep in on a Saturday either.
She rounded the corner, and the moment Cassidy’s house came into view, a smile curled the corner of her lips. Brynn picked up the pace again, running full force for the Riverses’ house. Her Converse flapped against the asphalt, all the way up the concrete walkway and straight to Cassidy’s front door. When she lifted her arm to knock, her hand was trembling, and she realized she could barely breathe.
The door opened, and an incredibly beautiful woman with hair nearly as gold as the sun stood in the doorway. Her eyes were soft and
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