Smiling, I went inside, and Abby ambushed me. She darted away from the front window and stood in front of me.
"Was that Trent Halstead?" she asked in a high-pitched tone.
"Yes."
"Oh my God. Chloe! How? What? Give me all the details." She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs, straight into her room.
"Weren't you going to a movie with Rachel?"
Abby shrugged. "She had to go home. We're going to hang out this weekend, though. She'll probably come here, so the three of us can have a sleepover. Mom already agreed to it."
"Oh." I tried not to frown at the idea. I did not want to spend the weekend with Rachel, and I was pretty sure she felt the same way.
Abby's face fell at my utter lack of excitement, and a pang of regret landed hard in my gut. I didn't want to upset her. Her disappointment was short lived, though.