to Vanessa.
I winked at her over his head as they started to dance. Then I wandered off, looking for any other kids who might need a partner. As I passed Kaz, he broke away from Shani.
âBe right back, okay?â he told her. âI just want to talk to Chloe for a sec.â
He grabbed my arm and steered me to a corner of the room, away from the others. âEverything okay?â he asked when we were more or less alone.
âSure.â I shrugged. âWhat do you mean? Why wouldnât it be?â
âNo reason.â He hesitated, cocking his head and looking at me kind of oddly. âItâs just, youâum, before. Whyâd you kiss me like that?â
âWhy not?â It wasnât as if Iâd never kissed him before. Weâd traded hand kisses and cheek kisses and even one hilarious elbow kiss for various silly photo ops. Weâd even kissed on the lips once when we were around five, just to see what it was like. At the time, our conclusion had been that it was weird and kind of icky.
None of those kisses had been awkward at all. But suddenly this one was, at least after the fact.
âOkay,â Kaz said, looking uncomfortable. âI just thought Iâd ask, you know, in case youââ
The buzz of my cell phone interrupted him. It was Trevorâs text tone.
Kaz recognized it too. âMr. Wonderful,â he murmured. âYouâd better get that.â
âYeah.â I wasnât so sure. What was going on here between me and Kaz? What had he been about to say? Still, I couldnât resist glancing down at the text.
U around later? Big news!!!
I felt a shiver of curiosityâwas he finally going to spill that secret heâd mentioned? When I glanced up again, all I saw was Kazâs back as he danced away from me.
Oh well. Whatever was up with Kaz, I could figure it out later. I quickly texted Trevor back, then hurried over to join Vanessa, who was dancing with Aidan in a circle with three giggling little girls.
ChapterThree
âN o phone at the table , Chloe,â my mom said.
I glanced up sharply, my hand freezing halfway to my phone. I swear, the woman has ears like a bat. Or whatever animal can hear a pin drop from a mile awayâor a phone vibrate on a daughterâs lap at the dinner table.
My younger brother, Timothy, smirked at me through a mouthful of peas. âShe canât help it, Mom,â he said in his snottiest voice. âAll teenagers are, like, addicted to their phones.â
âJust wait,â I told him. âYour turnâs coming. Only a year to go until youâre a teenager too.â
âAnd we canât wait,â my dad said dryly.
As my mom glanced at him with a chuckle, I sneaked a quick peek at the phone screen. It was Trevor, just as Iâd expected.
âMay I be excused, please?â I blurted out.
Dad raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you think?â
âI think thatâs a yes?â I said hopefully.
Mom shook her head. âYou know the rules, Chloe.â She reached for another helping of fish. âItâs your turn to clear tonight. That means no phone or computer until the dishwasher is full and running.â
âBut, Momââ I began.
âEnough, Chloe,â she cut me off. âWhatever dire emergency is brewing in teenland, it will just have to wait.â
I gritted my teeth, wanting to argue further but resisting the urge. I was dying to hear Trevorâs voice. I mean, sure, Iâd talked to him at the diner earlier. But that hardly counted.
It seemed like a million years later when the last plate was scraped and tucked into its slot in the dishwasher and I was finally able to escape to my room. As the door swung shut behind me, I was already calling Trevor.
âHey, Chloe,â he answered on the second ring. âWhatâs up?â
I smiled and sank onto the bed. âHey,â I said. âSorry I couldnât