"Dad, why are you doing this to me?" Haley yelled a whisper over her phone. She could be out with Josie and Ian. Maybe on campus with Jonah. But here she was at Willow's parents wishing her father hadn't called.
She wore something relaxing now. Not the frilly wedding party dress. Hayley was in her favorite grey lounge pants and plain ribbed tank. Her hair was in a lose braid. She actually felt at home on this across the pond visit.
"You need to tell your mother everything, or I will." He informed her as if she hadn't heard it before. Haley flopped on the bed and let out a sigh.
"Jesus, make me out to be a slag, why don't you?" She winced hard. It was difficult not following the heard back home. So what, she'd been to a party or two. And yes there was a lot to drink. She wanted to be like everyone else. Why was it so bad?
Of course, that got him thinking how she needed her mother in her life. And she was grateful for the chance. Still, they'd managed more friendship than anything. Maybe, she hadn't been honest with her mum.
"I'm not like that anymore." She told him. It was different with Jonah. It was sublime. Or so she thought. She just couldn't get enough of him. If he were a drink, well, she would have possibly been drunk. But he was this unique fellow who she enjoyed pushing his buttons. And to think she'd gotten him to kiss her. No alcohol involved.
So what if he were a little older. Possibly more her brother's age. But still, Jonah was such a late bloomer. And she so wanted things to bloom with him. It was definitely something she needed to nurture. She didn't need a lecture now.
"I'll tell her when we get back." Haley was certain this wasn't the time nor the place to have a talk about boys with her Mum.