eighteen

Being at the coffee shop on Sundays was becoming a quick trend, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Partly, I wasn't sure how my light allowance felt about being drained, but mostly I was beginning to think I'd have all of my life-changing revelations at Brew Brothers.

The shop was oddly busy this afternoon, and I was sitting in the parking lot waiting for Tessa to text me that she'd gotten here. It was just past four in the afternoon, and I had told my mom I was going to a cheer practice for the start of the competition season. I was getting awfully good at lying, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that, either.

"Is she there yet?" Stacy's voice came through the car speakers. I'd been sitting in the car, letting it idle while I talked on the phone with Stacy.

"No." I said simply, barely taking my thumb nail out of my mouth. I'd bitten it down to the bed, and it was going to bleed if I didn't move onto the next nail.

Stacy could hear the anxiety in my voice, and I heard her sigh