Free The Truth About You by Susan Lewis Page A

the way with boys since she was fourteen. Actually, quite a few of their friends had, or so they said. Tierney was only sure about Skye – and about herself and Maudie in that neither of them had done it yet, but she was definitely going to.
    Forcing her eyes open, she looked at the time and groaned. Ten past eight. Maybe she ought to make sure Skye had got back to school in time for her parents to collect her. If they turned up and found she wasn’t there, Bannerleigh Cross was the first place they’d come looking, and since Skye wasn’t officially supposed to be here . . .
    Tierney flipped back the covers. No way could she risk being banned from going to Skye’s when the exams were over, and if it came out that Skye was getting it on with Max there was no knowing how her dad might react.
    Not bothering with a text she dialled Skye’s number. ‘Where are you?’ she demanded in a whisper when Skye answered. ‘Please tell me you’re not still with Max.’
    ‘No, one of his mates dropped me back at school about twenty minutes ago, so calm down.’
    ‘Neither of my rents saw you leaving, did they?’
    ‘There wasn’t any sign of them so I don’t think so. That was really cool last night, wasn’t it? I just wish you could have come to the concert.’
    ‘Me too. Bloody Max. I don’t know what you see in him. He’s such a jerk sometimes.’
    ‘To you, maybe, but he’s just looking out for you, which is kind of cute, if you ask me. Anyway, you didn’t miss much. You were there for the party after, which was the best bit. That jelly is totally awesome, isn’t it?’
    ‘Totally.’
    ‘So have you heard from you-know-who this morning?’
    Tierney’s insides fluttered and sank as she looked at her computer. ‘Not yet,’ she answered dismally. ‘But it’s still the middle of the night where he is.’
    ‘Of course, and he’ll definitely get in touch. He’s completely mad about you.’
    Tierney brightened a little. ‘Do you think so?’ She thought it was true, but she loved hearing Skye say it.
    ‘Are you crazy? I’ve only ever seen him with you once, but I don’t reckon he looked at anyone else the whole time.’
    Thrilling at the mere thought of it, Tierney felt herself spinning with excitement as she remembered that night and how they’d snogged for the first – and only – time. He’d run his hands through her hair, down her back, and over her buttocks, pressing himself to her, letting her know how much he wanted her. She was so desperate for him to do it again, and to go further, that she felt almost faint with the thought of it. ‘What about when Max nearly caught us?’ she gasped breathlessly. ‘Oh my God, I really thought he’d seen us.’
    ‘He would have if I hadn’t gone running up to him,’ Skye reminded her.
    ‘You were a brilliant lookout.’
    ‘That’s me, and I’m cool about being your alibi when you come up to London. Have you cleared it with your rents yet?’
    ‘No, but I don’t reckon there’ll be a problem.’
    ‘It’s going to be like just the best sixteenth anyone ever had,’ Skye assured her. ‘You’ll love it, I’m telling you, especially with him being so, you know, experienced and everything. That’s what I love about Max, he really knows what he’s doing . . .’
    ‘Oh God, bordering on too much information,’ Tierney broke in quickly.
    Skye laughed. ‘You wanted all the details before.’
    ‘Yeah, when it wasn’t my brother. Anyway, I’d better go . . .’ She swung round as her computer beeped. ‘Oh my God, it’s him! He’s only Skyping me,’ she cried. ‘I’ve got to go,’ and abruptly ending the call she rushed to the computer and clicked on.
    ‘Hey,’ he said sleepily as his handsome face appeared on the screen. He looked like David Beckham with scruffy dark hair, or maybe more like Frankie in the Jonas Brothers. Whatever, he was totally, completely to die for
and he was Skyping her
. ‘How’s my favourite girl this morning?’