Bree wasn't sure how to get out of this one.
Funny, how she'd plan to tell Ting everything about Rosco, and she would be Bree's hero. Ting would get Rosco expelled, or something.
But it didn't happen that way.
No, Bree rode this out with Rosco like a fierce wave. She kept promising herself it would make her stronger. And then she got to daring Rosco.
That was the time they crashed Dax's party, out in the middle of nowhere. Well, supposedly.. it was near the river and some boys threatened to drown Rosco.
Actually, she saved his butt that night, and the only thanks she wanted was for him to never speak to her again. And he said he would. And he had.
But she'd stayed that night, and got to practically sit in the lap of some cool guy by the name of Dax.
Of course, he was more of a stoner, than anything. People respected him. And he was all calm and cool. Nothing was going bother his swag. And he thought she was older. Way older.
She was never so shocked in her life. And then he asked her to prom.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do, young lady." Uncle Rowdy took the bad parent role, but he was soft as a marshmallow.
"Its only a dance." She told him not to freak out. "I can handle it."
"Well, you aren't handling anything, you're staying home." He was dead serious, giving her the eye.
"Fine." She crossed her arms in protest. If he wanted it this way. "I guess, you, better stay with me. I might sneak out."
That got Uncle Rowdy in a huff. But then again, she kind of liked hanging out with the old guy.