“I’m heading out now,” I say, grimacing in advance at the inevitable response.
“Kayleigh-Ann,” mum says in an obviously fake pained voice, “come here…” I roll my eyes, before heading into the living room and facing my mother, whose face is scrunched up in a look of pure disapproval.
“What is it?” I ask. “I don’t want to keep Ollie waiting…” I don’t want to keep Ian waiting, either, I think to myself.
“WHY are you going out with him?” Mum asks, barely restraining herself from spitting. “He’s a nerd…”