Chapter 22 - The date

The weekend arrives, and I find myself on the beach with Presley. The sun is high, and the waves crash rhythmically against the shore. Presley chatters away about her latest shopping spree, but my mind drifts back to Celeste.

 I can't stop thinking about her and this is my opportunity find out everything about her that I can. 

“So, you and Celeste are friends?” I ask casually, trying to steer the conversation where I want it to go.

Presley raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. “No. Why are you asking   about Celeste?” She says and I can already heaar the jealousy in her voice. She rolls her eyes at me as she asks her question.

I shrug, keeping my tone light. “Just curious. She seems different.”  I say and she pouts.

Presley smirks. “She’s fine, I guess. She's a little stuck up. I don't see anything interesting about her. So don't waste your breath on her." She