That made me smile.
“I’ve made a complete fool of myself, and all for a boy,” she said sadly.
“A boy you think is sexy,” I teased.
“Shut up, or I’ll tear your clothes off.”
The scary part was, I believed her.
“How about we do this: I hire your cleaning lady since she’s doing a good job. We ignore your mom’s crazy ideas because I have a girlfriend. Finally, we start over. I think I would like to be your friend.”
The last part surprised her.
“Really?”
Oh, good Lord. Not one of those.
“Yes, really. Hi, I’m David, and I need another beer.”
Teresa turned out to not be the airhead I thought she might be. I mean, seriously, who takes a cleaning job to try to chase a crush?
She and I had a great time getting to know each other. Once we decided to be friends, it was easy. We no longer wanted to get sweaty with each other. With that out of the equation, we were able to relax.
This, of course, completely baffled Adrienne. She looked worried when the evening ended and the two of us had been inseparable. Adrienne was even more confused when we dropped Teresa off at her house. I think she had made some assumptions.
When we got back to the house, she finally broke and asked what was going on.
“We decided to be friends. She doesn’t need a man to take care of her, and I have a girlfriend.”
Adrienne just blinked at me. I kissed her on the cheek and did the same to Tyler.
“Good night. I’ll see you in the morning,” I said, leaving them in the foyer.
I walked to my room and sent Brook a text that there might be naked pictures of me from tonight, but not to worry. And that I would call her in the morning.
I saw there was one from my dad that I’d missed. It seemed that Coach Mason and Bo Harrington wanted to get together tomorrow to talk to me. I wondered what that was about.
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Chapter 8 – My Dream School Saturday December 10
I had my first singing lesson today at the studio. Jane, who was usually Rita’s security, was my driver. I found her in the kitchen drinking coffee with my dad and Hana.
“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise? I take it Manaia got a day off,” I said in greeting.
“Fritz is getting soft,” Jane said with a grin.
“Bacon and potatoes are in the oven. Make your own eggs,” Dad said.
“You need to look at the Hollywood Central website,” Hana said.
I grabbed my tablet and set it on the counter as I made my scrambled eggs. I was on their home page, which made me smile.
The headline read:
It showed a picture of when I got out and had the towel strategically placed. You could see the pool behind me, and they’d put black boxes over the women’s breasts. They had arrows pointing at Zak, Tanya, and Jessica, who were all in
Under that was a picture of me and Teresa dancing. It showed her focused on busting a move while it looked like I was perving on her. I was so busted because that was precisely what I’d been doing.
“Uh oh, I need to make a quick call,” I said as I made my plate of food and took it into the dining room for some privacy.
“This better be good,” Brook grumped.
Brook was a firm believer in sleeping in on Saturdays. I looked at the clock, and even I thought she should have been up by now.
“Uhm … I can call back later,” I tried.
“I take it your cryptic message about getting naked has bitten you in the ass.”
Damn, it doesn’t pay to date smart girls.
“Hollywood Central got a picture of me skinny-dipping. They also have a picture of me dancing with Teresa, and it makes me look bad,” I confessed.
“Did you get naked with her?”
“No. Teresa and I talked, and she’s nothing like her mom. She’s actually level-headed,” I said.
“We are talking about your stalker, right?”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“Okay. I’ve been warned. Let me get back to sleep,” Brook said and hung up on me.
That could have gone better.
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Jane had me get my drone before we left.
