You walk in the front door and before you can close it, she’s standing in front of you.
“Traffic on the way home from school,” she says.
“Yeah, mom,” you say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. You weren’t in the mood for her games, you just wanted to show up long enough for her to get off your case and let you go see Alex again.
“I know you weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet you in the kitchen.
“Oh really now,” you say, pulling out the orange juice and taking a drink, not even bothering with a glass.
“Marissa,...
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