Rose kicks Daisy’s leg. “You’re forgetting the part where he threw up on your heels.”
“That’s the price you have to pay for retribution.”
Poppy holds up her hands before the tension rips all of us in half and explodes. Rose is seething enough to cause a category five tornado. I just want to disintegrate and flutter away.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Poppy tells all of us.
I exchange a hesitant glance with Rose. Nothing to worry about? There is a huge possibility that this guy is one I’ve met—that he’s back for round two. What if he’s expecting Lily 1.0: the girl who dragged guys into the bathroom and drowned them in pleasure? What then?
I put my head between my knees, trying to breathe normally.
Wait for me, Lo said.
I’m trying! God, I’m trying. I wish everyone could see that.
It’s not so easy when my whole family believes my only problem surrounds Lo’s absence. They only understand his addiction, and I know—deep in my heart—that they’ll never understand mine.
Rose dials a number and rests the phone to her ear “Mother—”
My mother’s high-pitched voice cuts through the receiver. “Don’t you dare argue with me, Rose!” I raise my head and see Rose holding the receiver away from her ear. “I have done so much for you in the past week. And I ask you to do one thing, one thing, and you put up a fight! Can’t you do something for me without disagreeing? Is that at all possible?!”
Her screaming rakes my insides like nails bloodying my back.
Rose inhales deeply through her nose, taking a calculated, measured breath. A perk to being completely off my mother’s radar—I never have to deal with her coarse personality. She can be in your corner one second and then completely victimize herself the next just to guilt you.
“Let us pick our own dates then,” Rose says. “I can call Ryke to come escort Lily. He’ll be happy to be there.” Happy? That is a very strong adjective.
Daisy crawls over the seat to pick up a remote. “Don’t torture the guy.”
I kinda agree. Even though I’d love for him to bail me out, he’s done enough for me, and I’m not sure I can ever repay him.
Rose shoots her a loathing glare and mouths, shut up.
Daisy cocks an eyebrow and presses a button on her remote. The sunroof starts sliding open. The mechanical noise that bleeds into the silence is like the awkward chorus to our tension.
Our mother snaps, “I’m not calling her date and cancelling on him. He’s doing me a favor.”
“Then I’ll call him. Give me his number.”
“He’s already here, Rose.”
Rose’s fingers tighten around her silver clutch. And Daisy stands up in between us, sticking out of the sunroof.
“Not helping,” I tell her.
I barely hear her voice that’s lost to the wind. “I don’t…like…trapped…”
I sigh heavily, feeling Rose’s panic and mine mix together in a toxic mess.
Rose nods to me like I’ll handle this. I nod back. I have faith in her, but there is one person not even Rose Calloway can destroy with her words. “Okay,” Rose says, “I’ll be with Lily’s date, and she can go stag since I don’t have a date either—”
What? I thought she invited Connor. Or…maybe I assumed she was going to bring him.
“I know,” my mother tells her, “I called Connor this morning and asked him if he was planning on riding with the four of you. I don’t know what was more embarrassing, being informed by your daughter’s boyfriend that you broke up with him or calling him and being made a complete and utter fool.”
Rose touches her forehead. “I highly doubt Connor made you look like a fool.”
“He didn’t have to. Just being on the outside of my own daughter’s life was embarrassing enough. I should have known what was going on. You should have told me.”
“Did he tell you that I broke up with him?” Rose asks now.
“Did you hear me?!” my mother shrieks, about to have a nervous breakdown. “I should have known.”
“I didn’t even tell Lily!” Rose screams, hair coming loose from its slicked back position in her pony. She holds the phone to her lips, putting it on speaker, not that we couldn’t hear it before… “Did he tell you that I broke up with him?!”
“Oh, let it go, Rose. The longer you control a man, the more likely they’ll leave you. Is that what you want? To be alone and miserable for the rest of your life?”