Chapter 38

Tate

“You’re going to be so hot girl.” Tammy says as she takes a drink of her rum and coke. I wish she wouldn’t drink in the day. I know Liam and Denver are but that’s only a couple of beers. With Tammy you never know if she’s just going to carry on drinking somewhere, maybe end up in a dive bar. I feel responsible for her in so many ways, as does Lilly.

“That’s the idea.” I say keeping an eye on Liam as I speak. He is trying to pretend he isn’t listening but he is. And also I am questioning how this happened. How did I go from being the girl that hung out with Liam climbing trees, playing knock on the door and run when we were five and six? The girl who held him as he cried when he lost his pet dog, Boo-Boo when he was eight and the girl who used to play on the swings in the playground with him, to this girl-woman who wants to feel him inside her? There is no guidebook on growing up, there is no guidebook on this kind of emotion, I wish there fucking was. I wish there was someone I c