8. You are Invited

Daniel

I wish I could stop thinking about that kiss with Logan, but I can't. I can still feel it lingering on my lips. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to erase the memory.

What is wrong with me?

That moron...why did he have to steal my first kiss?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

God, this is annoying.

I'll get over it eventually, I think to myself, even though deep down, I don't really believe it. Logan has already gotten under my skin.

I hurried home after I left Logan's house. It was almost ten on a school night, and Abuela would have my head if she found out I was out late. She doesn't live with us anymore, but she somehow always knows when I don't get enough sleep.

"Danny! You are home!"

My heart warms when I see Trisha running toward me with a big smile on her face.

I feel a twinge of guilt for coming home so late. Because I knew she was waiting for me.

I usually come home right after school when I don't have to go to my part-time job, so she knows when to ex