"Hum... a friend," I muttered nervously. "From school... Dylan."
She stood up and walked towards me. "What were you doing with him?" Her face was stern.
"We were on a date," I confessed. Usually, I would feel embarrassed to tell something like that to my mom but in this case, I was far from embarrassed, I felt utterly content.
Her expression softened a little with my words. "Do you know what time is it? It's pretty late, Aubree," she scolded me.
"I know," I pouted.
"What happened to your hair?" She grabbed a lock of it. "And what's this?"
"It's sand."
"You were at the beach with him?" She raised her eyebrows. "At this hour?"
"Kind of," I grimaced.
She sighed. "Bree, I called you and sent you text messages," she uttered.
"I left my phone in his car with my purse."
"Is this his?"
