I pulled on my panties the phone in the crook of my neck. “You’re lucky I’m even speaking to you right now. Get ready. Once we’re off the phone this episode bought you at least forty-eight hours of the Ava Barlow Silent Treatment.”
“Jesus, you’re cute when you’re pissed,” he said and he sounded like he meant it.
Argh!
Without another word, I yanked the phone from my ear, pressed the off button and threw it on the bed. Then I pulled on my camisole and pajama shorts, rammed my glasses on my nose and ran downstairs.
I threw open the door and stared. Mom, Marilyn and Sofia were standing on my doorstep.
What… the… fuck?
“Oh my God!” Mom shrieked. “What happened to your face?”
Shit.
“Mom –” I started.
“Did Lucas Stark do that to you?” Marilyn asked, staring at me as she opened my screen door.
“Of course not,” I replied, pissed that she would think that and having a sinking feeling that she invoked Luke’s name. They knew.
“How did your face get like that?” Sofia asked, pushing in behind Marilyn, all of them shoving forward, all of them carrying suitcases.
Okay, it was so official, it could be written on a tablet of stone.
My life sucked.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked, trailing them into the living room.
“Ava, don’t change the subject. How did your face get like that?” Mom snapped.
We were standing in my living room. They had dropped their bags and they were all staring at me. All of them looked glamorous, dressed to the nines with glossy, two hundred dollar hair styles, designer clothes, handbags that cost the moon and stars and faces made up as if they had just bought a session at the MAC counter.
Hell and damnation.
“I have a situation,” I said, sounding like it was nothing. “I’m sorting it out.”
Me, Luke and half of Denver.
“Now,” I continued, sticking to my earlier theme. “What are you doing here?”
“Josie Stark called, said she had breakfast with you and Luke and that you two were seeing each other,” Mom told me, sounding put out. “She said it looked serious.”
Ee-yikes.
Mrs. Stark thought it was serious. It was, of course, serious. However, a week ago, it wasn’t supposed to be.
“She was pleased as punch,” Mom went on, now sounding extremely put out, which, for my Mom, was a very bad thing. “What I want to know is, why am I hearing this from Josie Stark? Why didn’t my own daughter tell me this news?”
“Mom –”
“Are you dating Luke?” Marilyn asked before I could formulate an answer to Mom.
“Marilyn –” I started again.
“I cannot believe you’re dating Luke,” Sofia put in and she sounded incredulous.
Bitch.