Wishing for Someday Soon by Tiffany King Page B

me to take you home?”
    “I don’t want you to see where I live,” I said, mortified that he had gotten the truth out of me.
    “Katelyn, I already know where you live. Have you seen the size of this town? Everyone knows everything. Come on, let’s go get Kevin,” he said, pulling me down the hallway.
    I followed behind, wondering when my life had become an open book. Keeping secrets was my trademark, and within three days of meeting Max, all my secrets were out in the open.
    Kevin was over the moon when he found out we weren’t riding the bus and practically crowed in delight when he saw Max’s SUV.
    “Holy moly, this is like something Batman would drive,” he said, climbing onto the plush leather seats in the back.
    I stifled a groan. “Sorry, Kevin is obsessed with superheroes.”
    “That’s why I picked this one,” Max said, looking at Kevin through the rearview mirror.
    “Really?” Kevin asked, awestruck.
    “Of course, is there anyone cooler than Bruce Wayne?” Max asked, talking Kevin’s kind of language.
    “Exactly,” Kevin said before he launched into a full account of Batman’s attributes and why they set him apart from every other superhero.
    Max had no problem keeping up with Kevin’s mania and made a point to add in his own two cents.
    I sank back in my seat and listened to Kevin happily jabber away with the guy that was slowly beginning to weed his way into my heart. I knew none of this could end well. We were on borrowed time and yet I couldn’t help but let myself be pulled in.
    Kevin piled out of the vehicle as soon as Max pulled up to our trailer.
    “Thanks for being so great with him,” I said, lingering behind.
    “It’s easy to do, he’s one cool dude.”
    “Thanks, I think so too.”
    “You guys seem really close.”
    “We are. He’s all I got,” I said honestly.
    If Max thought my comment was odd since I obviously had my mom, he let it slide by.
    “You sure you can’t go out this weekend?” he asked before I could climb out of the SUV.
    “What did you have in mind?” I asked, no longer wanting to fight his advances.
    He grinned at me. “It’s Clint’s turn for movie night tomorrow. We were all going to head over there. You game?”
    “Sure, I guess. What time?”
    “How about sixish? Don’t eat before I pick you up, we’ll eat there.”
    “Do I need to bring anything?” I asked nervously, pulling on my lower lip.
    His eyes dropped down to my lip, distracting him. It was embarrassing, but the lip pulling was a nervous tick I had that I couldn't seem to shake no matter how hard I tried.
    “Just yourself,” he finally answered.
    “That sounds good,” I said, climbing out of the vehicle. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow,” I added as the trailer door behind me slammed open.
    I closed his door hastily and turned to face Lucinda.
    “Who’s that?” Lucinda asked, taking a long pull on her cigarette.
    “Just a guy from school,” I said, walking around her to climb up the stairs. I sighed with relief when I heard Max’s vehicle pulling away.
    “Pretty snazzy car,” Lucinda said, following me into the trailer. “Is he slumming?” she asked meanly.
    This was nothing new. Lucinda was all for me dating since she hoped I would prove her right by being as promiscuous as she was. Her joke was to constantly tell me I was bound to wind up barefoot and pregnant. Her words scared me to the core and I had made it my mission to prove her wrong. I cautiously picked who I would date, and I set all the rules, including my own curfew. If the guy turned out to be a complete toad, my curfew was always unusually early. The same thing applied if he turned out to be an octopus and couldn’t control his groping. Lucinda said I was a tease since I had many first dates, but not a whole lot of second dates. What she didn’t know was that most guys bored me, they were either too immature, too self-centered or were too hands on.
    “I guess,” I answered, heading toward my room