Here is a short tease from the edgy YA. Jefferson has convinced Laura to let him drive her home after she avoided him all day long.
“Hey Laura. You can sit up, you know.”
“No, someone might see me.” She ducks lower in the seat.
She is the most paranoid person I believe I have ever met.
“And does that matter?” I ask as I get into the car.
“Yes, Jefferson. It matters. You don’t want your friends to see us together.”
Okay, now I’m getting pissed. What does she know about my friends?
“Laura, this is crazy. I don’t care if my friends see us together. I don’t hide things.”
“Really? So they know about your dad? They see your bruises?”