Actually, it’s more numb than nonchalant. I’m sure I should be more freaked out than I am, but I feel strangely nonchalant. It’s the best part of a ten-mile hike, and the odds of making it back without either succumbing to hypothermia or stumbling into the sea are slim to nil. I have no real plan for getting home to Newhaven. I root through my sopping pockets, nothing there but a couple of soggy cigarette papers.

Nothing is safe with Kelly Anne after a couple of tequilas, despite what she’ll have you believe. My own stupid fault for believing for one single second she’d take care of them. Regular, except she still has my phone, purse and keys in her handbag for safekeeping. Then she was gone, off in a puff of tequila-scented pheromones for some bump and grind at hipster-guy’s pad, no doubt. Last I saw of her she was lip-locked with some vest-top-clad hipster with thick-rimmed glasses. I have no intention of trading my virgin status for a drunken fumble in a back alley with some random who barely knows my name.Īnd now she’s bailed on me, typical Kelly Anne style. Who knows, you may even meet someone hot and finally ditch the V card, she said. We’ll have a great time, she said, just a bus ride and a couple of drinks, she said. This stupid scenario is all Kelly Anne’s fault, insisting it wouldn’t be a proper birthday celebration unless it involved getting trashed in some sleazy club in the backstreets of Brighton.

I’m dressed for a quick coffee on a cloudy afternoon, not for clubbing through a stormy evening – leggings and a strappy cami under a fluffy teal cardigan that holds more rain than it keeps out. I wasn’t planning on being out this late, eighteenth birthday or not. I can hardly see through the rain.ĭamn my birthday for being so late in November.ĭamn me for not thinking harder about my wardrobe choices.

Cold water squelches between my toes, and my breath is misty, wet hair like frozen straw against my cheeks. My stupid pumps aren’t cut out for this weather. This book is dedicated to guilty pleasures, pink glitter and daddy issues. If you’re already wet at the prospect, then I hope you enjoy the ride. If you think this book might not be for you, then you’re probably right. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the email address below.Įdited by John Hudspith – Cover design by Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. The moral rights of the author have been asserted.Īll rights reserved.

Call Me Daddy by Jade West