Diplomatic Immunity by Brodi Ashton

Author:Brodi Ashton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-06-30T04:00:00+00:00

21

Good friends. Good friends. That was unexpected. Was I supposed to be good friends with an asset? The subject of a story? No. Raf was bad news, and I had college plans. Christiane Amanpour would never have let that happen, would she? I tried to picture it.

Christiane as she’s shaking the hand of the leader of the Taliban: “Okay. Friends?”

Taliban leader as he takes her hand: “Good friends.”

Not that I was comparing Raf to the leader of the Taliban. That would be ridiculous.

Besides, even if we were friends, his father would probably have something to say about it. If I had been reading him correctly, he definitely didn’t approve of my family’s status, or lack thereof. Or maybe it was simply me he didn’t approve of.

I decided to text Charlotte about it.

Me: Do I come off badly in front of parents?

Charlotte: Not that I can think of. You’re great with parents. Although there was that one time you offered to teach my mom the proper uses of the words “lay,” “lie,” and “laid.”

Me: Was she offended?

Charlotte: That a 12-yr-old would be teaching her grammar? No. Not offended at all. ;)

Me: It just so happened that I had a great and easy way to remember it, and to be fair, I waited until she had used it incorrectly at least a hundred times. She likes me, though, right?

There was a long pause this time. I was sure it was just because Charlotte was in and out while getting ready for bed.

Charlotte: Of course. But I think she’s had to get used to your ways.

I waited for a moment, because in this instant, I wanted to text her more about Raf, but not in a story kind of way. More about how he’d asked me not to get involved with another guy. And how he’d come to my house. And how he liked Michael.

Instead, I just texted her Okay, thanks. Good night.

The following school week meant more fluff stories, which I wrote without complaint because I knew something Jesse didn’t know—I had a good story coming down the pipeline. One that could win me the Bennington.

I didn’t bother telling Jesse anything about it because, knowing him, he would just assign the rest of the story to someone else. I wanted to wait until I had everything I needed. This was what Professor Ferguson was talking about. I was making this story my own. Making it a story only I could write.

Raf and I continued to share notes. He even started to help me with all the things about chemistry that I didn’t understand, which were basically all the things about chemistry.

Maybe now he would invite me to their weekend party himself, instead of my having to steal his phone, but by the time Friday came around, he hadn’t mentioned anything about their next party. Didn’t “good friends” mean getting invited to parties?

During chemistry, I glanced at his phone peeking out from his pocket. Maybe, if I used enough stealth—

“Come to my house tonight,” Raf said.

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