That was weird for two reasons. One: I'd never given my parents cause to wait up. I think I've missed curfew once in my life. Five minutes past midnight...and I called as soon as I knew that not even speeding would get me home on time, throwing myself at the mercy of the court. Two: Even if I were the type to keep a parent up worrying, I wouldn't have expected that the parent that flipped on the light, glowering in my direction, would be my mother. I dropped my keys on the table in the entryway, glowering right back. "What's up?" She jerked her blond bangs behind her ear, aqua eyes scolding me from a distance. "You tell me." I pulled out my cell, the time flashing up at me. It was thirty minutes past twelve. "It's just half an—" I stopped mid sentence and straightened my spine. "I'm eighteen, Mom. Nineteen in three more months. 12:30am is a perfectly acceptable time for me to come home." I kicked off my flats. "It's not like I have class in the morning." "I don't know how things worked on campus—" "I think you do," I said, heat singeing my tone.
