CHAPTER 10
She got out of the house without Dad grumbling much about her clothes. She’d already planned out each and every one of her arguments if he said her skirt was too short or her top was too tight, but he was surprisingly quiet when he drove her to the school.
“Drop me off here,” she said a block away from the bus stop. Behind them, a car sped by.
“Let me off here,” she repeated, more urgently when she started to fear her dad might actually drive her up to the school itself. What if Darren was here? What if he saw her getting dropped off? She had her hand on the door and was willing to roll out of the Chevy before it stopped, but Dad finally slowed down to let her out.
“Don’t pick me up until 9:30,” she told him, slamming the door shut before he could make any last arguments or
