Penelope's pov
Remy insisted on walking me to school. Because I wouldn't get on his death trap of a motorcycle. I've heard things about those vehicles. Crashes can happen, I'm not about to die that way. Truth or dare had been fun, we laughed like psychos and asked each other light questions. I had so much fun, I don't think I can regret that. Then we played a game of marco and polo.
My cheeks turned cherry red. The guys decided to play the game a different way. I was to stay in the middle, they would close their eyes and try to get to me. They'd say marco, I would respond with polo.
Weston got to me first. It felt right when he lifted me up, his face didn't reveal much but I could see something close to excitement in his eyes.
I sighed, ruffling my curls and enjoying the peace of t
