Friday morning was the same old routine. After a slightly bigger breakfast, Dad and I left the house, leaving the boys on their own. Noah waved as Dad drove away from the house. I watched him until we turned the corner and he was out of sight.
"Are you sad that you can't go to the small get-together at Alisha's?" Dad asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"No." I shook my head. I'm actually happy not going. I don't want to take my shirt off. I can't swim. And...there might be some drama today. "I was just thinking that Noah might get beaten up today."
Dad glanced at me. "What?!"
"Kaylee invited Marie. Noah didn't tell Kyle." I quickly explained, not intending to distract him from driving.
He chuckled. "Teenagers and young love. It's a hit or miss, but most don't work out."
"Do you think it'll work out between Kyle and Marie?" I asked, wanting to know an adults opinion on the matter.
