Daddy's Little Angel by Shani Petroff

Author:Shani Petroff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

chapter 22

“Tell me something you never told anyone else,” Courtney said, sitting beside me on her kitchen counter, picking the raisins out of her oatmeal cookie.

“There is nothing,” I said, stuffing cookie number one trillion into my mouth. Well, nothing except the fact that there was a good chance I inherited powers from Lou. But I was keeping that to myself.

“Come on. You can tell me.”

The truth was, there wasn’t anything else I never told anyone. Gabi knew all of my secrets.

Courtney jumped off the counter. “I thought we were friends. Best friends.”

She considered me her best friend!? “We are,” I said, accidentally spitting some cookie on her shirt.

“Uggh,” she barked. “Now you have to tell me something to make up for this.” She took a fork out of the drawer and flicked my food gob onto the floor.

“Okay, but you’re not going to tell anyone anything, right? About what just happened or my secret?”

“I promise,” she said, hopping back up on the counter. “Spill.”

“What do you want to know?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Which guy do you like?”

I picked up another cookie and studied it. I didn’t want to tell her about Cole.

“You tell me your crush, I’ll tell you mine,” she offered. I bit my lip. “It’s a good one,” she promised.

“Fine. I like Cole. Your turn.”

“I knew it!” she shouted.

I felt like she had just caught me wearing my favorite pajamas, the fluffy Barney ones that had the feet attached. It was crazy embarrassing. “Your turn,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Lana likes Reid.”

“No way,” I said. Lana never mentioned a thing, and I’ve never seen her speak to Reid.

“Yep, for, like, forever.”

I didn’t get why Lana didn’t just tell him. Any guy would die to go out with her—she was popular and majorly pretty. “Does he have any id—Hey,” I interrupted myself. Courtney had totally sidetracked me with the Lana scoop. “You were supposed to tell me who you like!”

She rolled her eyes. “Everybody knows I like D.L. Helper. The guy I met in camp. It’s on my Facebook page.”

“Oh, right.” I said. But the truth was that I didn’t have a page. I never needed one. Up until recently I only had one friend. “Is D.L. coming to Charlie Brown?”

Her face got all scrunched up. “I told him I got the lead, but he never even asked when the show was.”

“Why don’t you just ask him to come?”

She gave me a look that signaled I was clearly missing several thousand brain cells. “Hello! That would look desperate. There’s no way I’m asking him. I shouldn’t have to.”

I could tell she really wanted him there. “What if you sent a mass e-mail to all of your camp friends telling them the date of the show, and saying that they should come? Include D.L. on the e-mail. That way you wouldn’t be singling him out, but he’d still have the information.”

“That’s not bad,” she said, slightly nodding. “I could even get Kelly to call everyone and make sure they all show up.

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