#Chapter50

Summer is boring unless it involves the Harpers, and the Grays 

Tori

I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gabe asked me.

“I’m telling Mom you swore.” 

“Go ahead, and I’ll tell her that you put salt in the sugar bowl.” 

I rolled my eyes at Gabe and sat up. He walked over and sat down on my bed.

“I can’t believe Deacon left for the entire summer. Who else will I harass?” 

“Do you miss Deacon or someone else?” Gabe smirked.

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Uh, huh.” 

I shoved Gabe’s arm as he laughed.

“I’m twelve. Dad would...