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peeking through the curtains. Why is she waking me up on a Saturday? “Kinda.”
“Well, hurry up. I’m dying to talk about last night.”
Rolling on my back, I throw my arm over my eyes to keep the harsh light out. Last night, after one brutally awkward game of pool with Eric, he offered to take me home. My initial reaction was to tell him no, but Kate and Beau weren’t ready to leave, and I couldn’t stomach another round of pool, or should I say, another hour with Eric. So I accepted, and endured exactly thirteen minutes in the car with him. I know because I watched every freaking minute tick by. It was painful, but still better than the alternative.
I even thwarted his attempt to kiss me by telling him I wasn’t feeling well. Now that I think about it, I owe Kate big time … and not in a good way.
“You know, I should have gotten up earlier and thrown a bucket of cold water on your head,” I say, peeking over at her from under my arm.
She laughs. “So, I didn’t make a love connection?”
“No! Not even close. What the heck were you thinking?” I prop myself up on my elbows, shooting daggers with my eyes. It doesn’t bother her at all, though. She’s having a good time with this.
“I’d never met him before, and Beau said he was really smart. It sounded like you guys would be a good match. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“Are you?” I ask, rolling my eyes.
“Umm, no, I’m never going to feel bad about trying. It looked like you were having fun with Drake, though. How were those pool lessons?”
When I think back to what it felt like to have Drake’s body molded to my back and his hands curled around mine, it’s hard to keep from blushing. He gets under my skin a lot, but I can’t deny how good he looks and the way he can make me feel. He’s different than anyone I’ve ever met, in good ways and bad.
“Drake’s a good teacher. I mean, Eric and I beat you and Beau, didn’t we?”
Kate’s head falls back onto her bed. “Don’t remind me. I suck.”
I laugh. “You’re not that bad.”
“Emery, I hit a ball off the table. Who does that?” she asks, losing herself in her own fit of giggles. It was funny when she did it, but for whatever reason, it’s even funnier now as we relive it.
“You just need a lesson or two. You better talk to Beau.”
“Don’t worry. He mentioned it on the way home last night.” She sits back up on her elbow. “So, what’s up with you and Drake? And don’t tell me nothing because I can see it.”
“I don’t know. We’ve been spending a lot of time together working on the speech, and he’s starting to grow on me.” I honestly don’t know what to say. I couldn’t stand him the first couple times we talked, but that’s not necessarily true now. Sometimes I even look forward to it. “Besides, he was with a girl last night.”
Kate scoffs. “He always has girls hanging on him. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I shrug, folding my pillow under my head. “Maybe. Hey, I’m going to run to the mall today. Do you want come with?”
“I can’t. I already promised Beau I would watch football with him.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll approve of whatever I get anyway since our closets are almost identical,” I say, throwing the covers off and stretching my arms above my head. I’m looking forward to a relaxing day. Throw in a little bit of shopping, a good book, and it’s my idea of perfect.
T HE FIRST THING I NOTICE when I step outside is the wet sidewalks and the smell of fresh rain. The condensed moisture used to be one of my favorite things, but that’s not the case anymore. It’s the nine-year anniversary of one the worst days of my life, and without a football game today, running is my only release.
I plan to stay out here until my body aches so much that my heart no longer hurts—not that it’s even fucking possible. I always thought it would get easier over time, but it doesn’t. Maybe it would if I dealt with
“Well, hurry up. I’m dying to talk about last night.”
Rolling on my back, I throw my arm over my eyes to keep the harsh light out. Last night, after one brutally awkward game of pool with Eric, he offered to take me home. My initial reaction was to tell him no, but Kate and Beau weren’t ready to leave, and I couldn’t stomach another round of pool, or should I say, another hour with Eric. So I accepted, and endured exactly thirteen minutes in the car with him. I know because I watched every freaking minute tick by. It was painful, but still better than the alternative.
I even thwarted his attempt to kiss me by telling him I wasn’t feeling well. Now that I think about it, I owe Kate big time … and not in a good way.
“You know, I should have gotten up earlier and thrown a bucket of cold water on your head,” I say, peeking over at her from under my arm.
She laughs. “So, I didn’t make a love connection?”
“No! Not even close. What the heck were you thinking?” I prop myself up on my elbows, shooting daggers with my eyes. It doesn’t bother her at all, though. She’s having a good time with this.
“I’d never met him before, and Beau said he was really smart. It sounded like you guys would be a good match. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“Are you?” I ask, rolling my eyes.
“Umm, no, I’m never going to feel bad about trying. It looked like you were having fun with Drake, though. How were those pool lessons?”
When I think back to what it felt like to have Drake’s body molded to my back and his hands curled around mine, it’s hard to keep from blushing. He gets under my skin a lot, but I can’t deny how good he looks and the way he can make me feel. He’s different than anyone I’ve ever met, in good ways and bad.
“Drake’s a good teacher. I mean, Eric and I beat you and Beau, didn’t we?”
Kate’s head falls back onto her bed. “Don’t remind me. I suck.”
I laugh. “You’re not that bad.”
“Emery, I hit a ball off the table. Who does that?” she asks, losing herself in her own fit of giggles. It was funny when she did it, but for whatever reason, it’s even funnier now as we relive it.
“You just need a lesson or two. You better talk to Beau.”
“Don’t worry. He mentioned it on the way home last night.” She sits back up on her elbow. “So, what’s up with you and Drake? And don’t tell me nothing because I can see it.”
“I don’t know. We’ve been spending a lot of time together working on the speech, and he’s starting to grow on me.” I honestly don’t know what to say. I couldn’t stand him the first couple times we talked, but that’s not necessarily true now. Sometimes I even look forward to it. “Besides, he was with a girl last night.”
Kate scoffs. “He always has girls hanging on him. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I shrug, folding my pillow under my head. “Maybe. Hey, I’m going to run to the mall today. Do you want come with?”
“I can’t. I already promised Beau I would watch football with him.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll approve of whatever I get anyway since our closets are almost identical,” I say, throwing the covers off and stretching my arms above my head. I’m looking forward to a relaxing day. Throw in a little bit of shopping, a good book, and it’s my idea of perfect.
T HE FIRST THING I NOTICE when I step outside is the wet sidewalks and the smell of fresh rain. The condensed moisture used to be one of my favorite things, but that’s not the case anymore. It’s the nine-year anniversary of one the worst days of my life, and without a football game today, running is my only release.
I plan to stay out here until my body aches so much that my heart no longer hurts—not that it’s even fucking possible. I always thought it would get easier over time, but it doesn’t. Maybe it would if I dealt with
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