me, Deena.”
“I swear to God.” She held up her right hand.
Caelyn stared at her, wondering what the little shit was trying to pull. There was always an angle, but she couldn’t figure this one out. Maybe it really was just curiosity, or perhaps Deena planned on saying something mean to make Elijah have doubts about Caelyn.
Whatever it was, Caelyn needed to play the game. She nodded. “Fine, come on.”
“No, I don’t want to go outside. Invite him in.”
“Why?”
“Because, I want to say hi and really talk to this boy. Not just make chitchat while he sits in his truck. I want to get a good look at him.” She smiled.
“Whatever, Caelyn replied, sighing. Being around Deena for even a few minutes was totally exhausting. She didn’t know how the girl lived with herself.
Obviously, she’s driven herself insane, Caelyn thought, as she walked downstairs again and waved to Elijah from the front door.
He got out of his truck and walked to the front yard cautiously.
“Oh, he’s cute,” Deena said from behind her. “No, he’s way beyond cute, actually. He’s hot. I can’t believe he’s with you. There must be something horribly wrong with him.”
“Shut up,” Caelyn replied casually, as she waved him towards her.
Elijah looked around, as if he was expecting a SWAT team to descend at any moment, and then headed to the house. When he got to the door, Caelyn let him in. “My sister really wanted to meet you,” she said, shrugging.
Elijah glanced at Deena. “I’m Elijah. Pleased to meet you,” he said.
Deena batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m Caelyn’s sister, Deena. And I’ve heard so much about you.”
Elijah looked at Caelyn. “She’s being really mean and weird,” Caelyn said, “but she promised me that if I let her meet you, she’d tell me where my purse is.”
“Why’d you want to meet me?” Elijah asked, looking down at Deena as if she was a strange new kind of animal that he’d never seen before.
“I don’t know,” she said, suddenly playing shy. “Maybe because you’re sort of a mystery man, and my parents are afraid of you.”
“Afraid of me?” he looked at Caelyn. “Is she joking?”
“I don’t know what she’s doing.”
Deena was watching Elijah closely. “So, like—how did you meet my sister?”
He crossed his arms. “She was on her way to Florida and had car trouble so I picked her up.”
“That’s so romantic,” Deena, said, sounding like she was an old grandmother approving of the two teenagers in love.
“I’m glad you think so,” Caelyn told her. “Now it’s your turn to give me my stuff.”
Deena giggled. “Fine.” She looked at Elijah once more and then ran upstairs.
“Be right back!” she called.
Caelyn shook her head. “She’s up to something. I should have gone with her.”
“Just relax. She’ll get your purse.”
“Yeah, and probably take something of mine in the process.”
Not very long after, Deena appeared at the top of the stairs again, holding Caelyn’s purse. “Got it,” she said, holding it up and acting like she was going to drop it.
“Give it to me, Deena.”
“Chill,” Deena said. “You’re such a drama queen.”
She walked down the stairs and handed the purse over. Caelyn opened it and immediately searched through it for all her important stuff. Her school ID and drivers license were there, as were her credit cards, dorm keys, everything seemed to be in place.
Except for the rest of her cash.
She hadn’t had much left, but there had been more than nothing. “Did you take the money out of my purse?” Caelyn said, looking up.
Deena shook her head as if Caelyn was being crazy just suggesting it. “No, Mom and Dad had your purse. Maybe they took it.”
“I don’t think so,” Caelyn said, glaring at her. “I think you took it.”
“Now you see why I called her a drama queen,” Deena told Elijah.
He was watching her with a faint expression of amusement. “Can we go now?”
he said,