Chapter 25: Self-hate

"What's going on here?" Carla asked, making Winter push Zane away by a few feet. "Carla, it's not what you think," Winter blurted out. Feeling Zane's glaring gaze, she corrected, "No, it's actually what you think." "Friends with benefit?" Carla arched an eyebrow. "What? No. He's my boyfriend," the words rolled off her tongue on their own, yet she could taste the unfamiliarity in it. Even so, there was a sense of pride in it. Carla shifted her gaze to Zane, who could die out of the embarrassment he felt. Should he be grateful that it wasn't her father who walked in or just bolt out of the house? In the end, he decided to face it. "Hello, Mrs. Weston. Sorry for intruding in your kitchen and for—" "For making out in my kitchen?" Carla completed, making Zane go red. "Geez, Winter, you have a bedroom. Why here?" Zane and Winter both squeezed their eyes shut, wanting the earth to swallow them. "Stop being so flustered you two. I'm cool with you guys dating. Just don't let David find o