Mindi and I thought it would be fun to post little snippets of our WIP as we go along. So, this is a little sneak peek at Cloudy. (Eeep!) Hope you like her! (Eeep!) 🙂
Here’s the thing about me wanting to kick Jacob Tamsin’s metaphorical ass at the pancake breakfast: I’m not allowed to leave the syrup station.
Unsupervised squeeze bottles of free sugar are basically irresistible, and how embarrassing for you to have gotten diabetes from a cheerleading fundraiser. So I’m supposed to stay put.
But stupid Jenna won’t stop crying.
“There she goes again.”
This comes from Lita, which is unsurprising because she’s been wearing that smile, that there-Cloudy-goes-again smile, since she found Jenna teary and deflated in a bathroom stall and skipped across the gym to tell me about it.
“I’m not going anywhere again,” I say, pushing away from the table. Staring laser beams of fury at Jacob has stopped being satisfying, so the next logical step is to hurtle myself at his over-sized, empty head. “We’re just going to have a nice talk. And he might cry, but it won’t be because I bend his fingers all the way back.”