“Wait. What do I do if a girl cracks onto me?” I whisper. She smirks. “Tell them you’re in love with my dad.” My mouth falls open. She laughs softly. “I’m not stupid, Brell.” I raise my eyebrows. “At least one of us isn’t.” I sigh. I have no idea what else to say, so I get out of the car, cross the road, and I walk up to the doorway.
