When did my life become so complicated?
Presley is clearly worried about Reese while Reese is dead-set on making Presley feel like an outsider. The conversation Presley and I had in the alley probably wasn’t the best one to have right before we came to my dad and Marla’s for dinner, but I didn’t want to play her. I wanted to be honest.
“Can I talk to you?” Reese asks.
I glance at my dad and he pretends to be eating, never one to get into my business. I’m not gonna lie, we both thought Reese was the one for me at one point in our lives. But that feeling ended well before I ever left for college.
I wipe my mouth with my napkin and stand, leaving it beside my plate. “Sure.”
She walks to the back door and I follow her onto the patio of what was my grandmother’s house. My grandpa built thi
