Remembrance (The Transcend Time Saga) by Michelle Madow Read Free Book Online

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    CHAPTER 6
     
     
    “Should I wear blue or pink?” Chelsea’s voice sounded distant over the phone, and I assumed she put it on speaker so she could walk over to her closet to figure out what to wear to the movies.
    I rolled over on my bed and looked at the ceiling, putting the light blue princess phone I’d had since I was six back up to my ear. “Whichever you’re in the mood for,” I replied, stifling a yawn. “But pink always looks good on you.”
    I winced after my suggestion. Blue was Chelsea’s best color.
    “I think I’ll go with black,” she decided, even though it wasn’t one of the original options. “Drew seems like the type to like black. He’s always wearing it.”
    Wrong , I thought. He likes when girls wear white . I tilted my head a moment later, wondering why I’d thought that. It was just an assumption—he’d never mentioned it to me.
    So why did it feel like the truth?
    Chelsea must have finished changing, because the line became clearer, meaning it was off speakerphone. “I’m so nervous,” she said, lowering her voice even though no one else could overhear. “Drew’s so different from other guys I’ve dated. I might actually like him. More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”
    “Don’t be nervous,” I reassured her, despite the guilt that washed over me at her comment. Even though nothing happened between Drew and me in the library during the tutoring session yesterday, I couldn’t help but feel like I was lying to Chelsea by not mentioning it. “He seems like he’s really into you.”
    “Yeah,” she said. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to come to the movies.”
    “Right,” I said, sitting up and leaning against the wall. “But I have to finish getting ready. I’ll see you soon.”
    She said bye, and I placed the phone back in its blue cradle, standing up and looking at myself in the mirror. I debated changing out of my favorite faded jeans, since Chelsea told me she was wearing a short skirt tonight, but I decided to stick with them. They complimented the white spaghetti strap top that showed off the remainder of my summer tan, and the shimmery eyeliner I’d applied earlier enhanced what Jeremy called my “natural good looks.” Happy with my outfit, I ran my straightener through my hair again—the brisk September air stopped my hair from frizzing, and it now stayed in place when straight.
    The honking of a horn blared from outside, and I walked into the hall to look out the front window, seeing Jeremy’s Jeep parked next to my house. The rap music blasting from his car was so loud that I could hear it from inside, and I hoped he would turn it down—or off—when I got in the car. I ran back into my room to pick up my lightweight white jacket from its resting spot on the back of my vanity chair and did one last mirror check before grabbing my bag and heading out of the house.
    “What took you so long?” Jeremy asked when I opened the door, turning the volume down as I hopped inside the car.
    “I was finishing getting ready,” I told him, trying not to get annoyed at the fact that he hadn’t bothered to say hi.
    He was silent for a moment. “You look beautiful,” he finally said, leaning his elbow on the steering wheel.
    “Thanks.” I brought my hair over my shoulder and looked up at him, surprised by the compliment.
    “I miss hanging out just us,” he whispered, leaning forward so his breath was hot in my ear. “How about we ditch the movie and stay in tonight?”
    “I promised Chelsea we would go,” I insisted, the lack of electricity between us obvious compared to how I felt around Drew. “It won’t be that bad. We used to go on double dates with her all the time.”
    “Fine,” he glowered, like a child whose mom told him he couldn’t have any dessert after dinner. He pulled away, putting the car into drive and slamming his foot on the pedal. The engine revved into high gear,