Believe in Me (Jett #1) by Amy Sparling

Author:Amy Sparling [Sparling, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01COCG5RS
Published: 2016-04-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

I guess I should be happy that it doesn’t faze me to see Jett playing around with some girl in his pool. It’s not like I have a crush on him. It’s not like I had a crush on him. It was one night, one kind deed on his part and then his epic ruining of the deed by being a condescending jerk.

Mrs. Adam’s house smells like clean linen when I step inside, grateful to put a solid brick wall between Jett and me. Every room seems to have one of those light up wax melter things and that’s where the clean scent comes from. There’s something really nice about walking into a house that’s not only clean and tidy, but that also smells nice. Motels smell like stale laundry and moldy carpets. Low income apartments smell like weed and fast food grease. Mrs. Adam’s house smells like perfection.

(I refuse to call it Jett’s house.)

“Hey there,” Mrs. Adams says with a kind smile. Becca had just talked to her on the phone and I was told to let myself in the backdoor and that’s just what I did. She’s wearing tight-fitting yoga pants with the word PINK written on one leg. Her tank top is neon pink and she looks like she could pass for someone in college and not the mom of a teenager.

“Okay, so Becca needs sprinkles?” she says, joining me near the kitchen island.

“Yep. She only had one jar of Christmas sprinkles and they expired two years ago.”

“Ew,” Mrs. Adams says, curling her nose. “What is wrong with that woman?” She shakes her head and turns toward a cabinet, her high ponytail bouncing as she walks. “Let’s see what we have here.”

“I really like your tank top.” The random statement startles me and I’m the one who said it.

She gives me this knowing smile. “It’s the sparkles, right? I love it. I have it in three colors.”

It must be nice to like something and be able to buy three of them. Of course I don’t say that . . . I just smile politely and hope that this moment is over soon. I’ve spent a week avoiding Jett and now he’s right outside the door. What if he decides to come inside and introduce me to his date? Ugh.

“So . . .,” I say. “Sprinkles?”

She turns back to the cabinet and starts taking out jars and bottles. “Here ya go,” she says, sliding four containers of sprinkles across the counter to me.

“Whoa, Mrs. Adams, you’re a sprinkle fan.”

“Yeah, I’m a little obsessed. Have you tried these silver ones? They look like real metal but they’re totally edible. I love them. Here, take them too.”

I take the jar of sprinkles that look like silver BBs. She’s pulled out star shaped sprinkles, little dots, stuff that looks like glitter, black and white, pink and purple . . . if it’s sold in the stores, I’m pretty sure she has it.

“Let me get you a bag for these,” she says, opening another door and pulling out a grocery bag.

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