I was still dazed from that when Hope picked me up after school. We drove along in silence for two minutes before she cleared her throat.
"Who's the girl?" she asked.
I almost got whiplash turning to look at her. She giggled beautifully at my stunned expression.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Well, you haven't teased my p***y since you got in the car," she said. "And that faraway look from you means you are thinking about someone else."
"Brittany wants me to go with her to Brad's graduation party this weekend," I said. "I told her I would ask you to be our designated driver."
"Brittany Hill? Really?" she actually looked worried when she asked it.
"Sorry," I said, "I could not think of a reason to turn her down. I didn't want anyone to be suspicious, and no guy in his right mind would
