14 Hairballs
Later that night, I lie in bed alternating between twirling my new evil eye bracelet around my wrist and glaring at Midnight. The cat is perched inside my suitcase, having sneaked into my room when we were out to dinner. When I tried to shoo him away earlier, he growled at me until I backed off and kept my distance. Now he looks content, purring and kneading his paws, making a cozy nest in my clothes. I shudder as tiny droplets of drool form at the side of his mouth.
My phone buzzes repeatedly. I grab it off the nightstand and gulp when I read the texts from my mom.
Preston called me.
Why is Preston calling my mom? I never even told her about him.
Your boyfriend seems like a sweet guy.
My boyfriend? What did Preston say to her? Did he tell her he was my boyfriend?
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