Kiss and Cry by Ramona Lipson Read Free Book Online Page A

a.m.”
    “Which arena? Who will coach us?”
    “His arena, his coach.”
    “Hardly sounds fair,” I complained.
    “Both have reputations that precede them,” Dad explained.
    Mom started clearing my dishes away, “How was the dance last night? I didn’t hear Tara’s car drop you off.”
    “It was okay,” I answered casually. The image of Adam’s facial expression when he said he wanted my virginity flashed in my mind, giving me shivers of excitement.
    “Well, you should make the most of it, because after Thanksgiving, your mom is going to have you on lockdown. You will be eating, drinking and sleeping school and skating,” dad warned for the gazillionth time. He was getting a kick out of my pain and suffering.
    Mom rolled her eyes like we shared a secret from dad or something, “Don’t listen to him Honey, after Thanksgiving, your life is going to be worse than lockdown, it’s going to be more like prison slash boot camp!”
    “Great, Bring it on!” I said sarcastically, like it already wasn’t. I couldn’t leave the house fast enough. Grabbing my jacket and bag, I bid farewell to my wardens and headed out. It was starting to get cold outside and there was frost on the grass but not on the windshields yet. Tara and Sierra were waiting patiently in the driveway to take me to school.
    I opened the back door and slid onto the leather seat without greeting them. “Your mother and father were hounding you again weren’t they?” Tara asked intuitively. She glanced at me in the rearview mirror before running her fingers through her hair trying to comb through it.
    “Their incessant,” I complained. “I would like to get up once in the morning and NOT hear about Ryan. I hate him, and I haven’t even met him yet. As far as my parents are concerned he walks on water.”
    “When are you meeting Ryan? Adam doesn’t mind you skating with a guy?” Sierra’s mischievous smile was hard to miss.
    “My parents invited Ryan over for Thanksgiving. As far as Adam is concerned, I think he’s okay with me skating pairs. I told him. I assume he realizes it’s with a guy. I think he’s just too confident to care. What bothers me is that I just found out I’m switching to Ryan’s club and changing coaches to HIS coach. He doesn’t have to endure any changes, I’m the one getting uprooted. It’s totally not fair!”
    “How did he swing that? I’d be complaining if I were you.” Tara advised.
    “I did, like it did anything. Again, the guy walks on water.”
    A phone chirped and nobody knew who’s it was. We all went digging through our bags to see who’s it was, it turned out to be mine.
     
    Adam: Tonight, Let’s double with Carter & Tara.
    Dalia: Sounds great. Can we invite Jeremy & Sierra?
    Adam: Sure! Fucking guy doesn’t stop talking about her.
    Dalia: Great, Where do U want 2 meet?
    Adam: I’ll pick U up?
    Dalia: My wardens won’t be impressed? Starbucks.
    Adam: Wardens?
    Dalia: Mom & dad
    Adam: Ok Starbucks it is, 7?
    Dalia: Sure.
    The mood lightened in the car significantly after we were all ensured a date.
     
    We arrived at Starbucks before the guys. The lineup was literally out the door, so we grabbed a table and waited for it to dissipate.
    Sierra was dressed to kill in a black mini dress just barely covering her red g-string underwear. I had the misfortune of catching an eyeful when she was reaching in the backseat for her purse. I was tempted to give her a wedgy but feared my fingers would slide into places unknown and wisely decided against it.
    Tara on the other hand looked more demure. Her dress landed centre thigh after she tugged it down an inch or two. It would stay like that until she did something like take a step or breath, and then it would ride right back up again. Her underwear had about three square inches more fabric than Sierra’s thong, if she was lucky.
    My skirt landed comfortably just above my knee. Unbeknownst to the girls, I chose to go commando. Having underwear on