Chapter 11: Dance in the Sheets

Schuyler

I’m happy to see Dallas sunning herself on a lounge chair by the pool as we emerge from our afternoon nap. While Calvin quickly hops in the pool with the rest of his group, I signal for Dallas to follow me.

“What’s up?” she whispers as we walk from the pool area to the beach. “And where have the two of you been?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.

I cross the hot sand to the shade of a palm tree. When Dallas joins me, I whisper, “He kissed me.” I then wait for her wisdom and advice.

“Oh. My. God.” she squeals, hopping up and down, clapping. “Give me all the details!” Hands together, her fingertips patter against each other maniacally.

“Stop,” I demand. “This isn’t good.”

Dallas places her hands on my shoulders, looking sternly into my eyes. “This is the best thing to happen to you.”

I shake my head. I came to the wrong person for advice.

“How?” I’m desperate to understand how this could be a good thing.

“You promised to have fun this week. Calvin kissing you is fun,” she s