CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We spent the afternoon and evening at his house. His phone was turned off because people didn’t stop calling him. My phone never went off so I never thought to check it. When I was thinking about heading home, I looked at it. I regretted it.
Tray looked over. The movie had ended, but neither of us had gotten up from the couch. He asked, “What is it?”
I showed him my phone. “Mandy called and she never calls much. She called three times.”
“So call her back,” he suggested, “and then once she starts in, hang up.”
“Oh and it’s so easy,” I mocked him.
Tray laughed and wrapped his arms around me. He scooted down and pulled me on top. As I straddled him, I called her back. Tray started tickling me under my shirt and I laughed as I tried to twist away from him.
“Taryn!” Mand
