by P. S. Power
Turning to look at her, brown ponytail flapping just a bit in the wind, since the top was down on the convertible, Keeley tried to look curious without being accusing. It was rude to just assume someone wanted to do horrible things to you as a joke, wasn't it? At least until they proved it one way or the other.
Darla winked at her, a playful smile on her pink lips.
“Obviously I've been watching you. Don't worry, I just want to make sure I pick good friends, I'm not trying to pick you up or do anything weird. Not too weird. Well, maybe a little...” The girl kept looking out the front of the car with perfect concentration.
“I do have a guy I want you to “date” for a bit. Gary's boyfriend, Rob. That way they can both get in to the homecoming dance without a lynch mob attacking them. We're still a little provincial here that way, I'm afraid. He's cute though. You'll like him. He likes girls too, so he may even dance with you.”
Oh.
“Well... That beats the being left out in the country thing then, doesn't it?” Keeley said without explanation.
That just got a nod from Darla.
“Trust me, I wouldn't do that to you anyway. After the way you just got a sixth of the football team suspended for three days and on probation it's pretty clear that no one sane would want to mess with you. I know I like to consider myself pretty sane most days.”
Keeley felt the color leave her face. Or at least the blood.
She knew? Already? Keeley stared hard, getting the girl to wink at her again without looking away from the road at all.
“What? It was obvious. I watched you set the whole thing up. Brilliant in fact. Because of the thing with Maria?”
From the back seat there was a giggle.
“What was brilliant?” Hally, the redhead said, her hair whipping around madly.
“Keeley's poster.” Darla called back loudly, ignoring most of what they were really talking about.
“Oh, yeah! Hey, um, could you help me do up something for my room? Like a wall montage or something?” The girl said suddenly, sounding confident and like they were friends already.
Keeley shrugged and turned halfway around just as they pulled into the driveway of the off mint-green single level ranch she shared with her parents.
“Sure? Why not?”
Darla grinned.
“Great, now, everyone on best behavior, we want to liberate Keeley for the weekend, so we need to convince her mom we're not cannibals and won't bring her back missing limbs, or too pregnant.”
With that the stunning blond that made Keeley more than a little jealous, got out and walked towards the front door like she owned the place.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter one
Chapter one
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter one
Chapter one
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter one
Chapter one
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter one
Chapter one
