Page 29 of Playing to Win
“Hardly,” Cassie said with a frown.
“Seriously, Cas. I’ve been living with you for two years and I really don’t know anything about your family. You never go home on breaks and as far as I know, you don’t really talk to them. Or at least I’ve never seen you do it. What gives?”
“I talk. My family is just, different, that’s all.”
“You’re not in witness protection, hiding from the mafia after your dad saw a hit go down, are you?”
“No! I just, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. Well, it looks like you have some studying to do, anyway.”
“Yep. Just taking a break for supper.”
Callie looked down at Cassie’s bowl filled with Cinnamon Toast Crunch and rolled her eyes. “You and my dad and your sugary cereal. I hope it doesn’t induce a sugar coma.”
“I knew your dad had great taste. Besides, it’s high in fiber. Says so on the box.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Just try not to eat too much. And think outside your cereal box. Cheerios help lower cholesterol.”
“And taste like cardboard!” Cassie called to Callie’s retreating back. As she flopped on her bed and spread-eagled, letting her spine stretch after a day of sitting in classroom chairs, Callie couldn’t help but think of her texts with Kyle. Dang, she liked talking to that boy.
Somebody’s got a crush, her inner voice sing-songed.
Callie shooed the air above her bed. “Go away, be banished, you dreaded angel on my shoulder!”
“Are you talking to me?” Cassie called from the hall.
“Nope. Just thinking out loud. Go back to studying.”
“I bet I know who your mind is on!”
“You and my inner voice can take a hike. I’m going to sleep.” Callie rolled over on her side and fluffed her pillow under her head. She had to find some way to get that boy and his big dimples and blue eyes out of her head.
