Betty.
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“Betty!”
My name tore through the air. Lightening fast, I pushed Trent back and snapped my head around searching for my mother.
It seemed like she wasn’t here. I darted out of the pool, quickly arranged my bikini, and scurried into the house.
When I arrived at the kitchen, my mother froze for a second before dragging her eyes from my head to her toes, like she was counting the drops of water that trickled down my body and pooled at my feet.
“I thought I told you not to have too much fun,” she said, her voice roughening with each word.
My chest tightened, my breath hanging at the back of my throat. I stared out of the window, the pool wasn’t in sight. So there’s no way she shouldn’t see us.
My mind drifted to Mason who had left the pool earlier. Did he tell her?
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