18| His Shirt Smells Amazing

JULIE

"Whose shirt are you wearing, Jules?" My dad asks, cocking his brow at me. I sigh and plod over to the couch and flop on it with a tired sigh while I throw my knapsack and the bag on another couch.

"It's Mr. Taylor's shirt, dad," I say, almost tiredly. I rest my head against the headrest of the couch and take a deep breath.

"Oh," he nods in realization, "Did he come to drop you off?" He asks again and I give him a nod, turning my head in his direction. He looks slightly worried and I do not find the reason.

"Yeah, because the Bradley siblings already left. I checked your text late, dad. So Mr. Taylor gave me the ride. I was already wet so he let me have his shirt, too," as I continue to tell him, he keeps nodding on what I say which makes me notice that he is willing to know the reason, and so, I continue with my story, "He has a wardrobe in his car, dad!"

He chuckles, shaking his head. I chuckle with him but a question pops into my brain which my tongue lets flow out.

"But