are awesome together.â She puts her hand on my arm, like sheâs worried about me. âI just hope you guys can work this out. I know he really cares about you.â
No, I want to yell. He doesnât just care about me. He loves me! Weâre about to have sex! And besides, itâs none of her business. Why does Derrick have to tell her everything? And when did they have time to talk? Is that who she was talking to on the phone? And if so, why hasnât Derrick called me ?
âThanks,â I say tightly.
âSo are you going to come to my party tonight?â she says. âYou totally have to. Itâs going to be so fun. Weâll drink in my room, then maybe move it down to the beach?â
âSure,â I say. âSounds great.â
âGood.â Her phone rings again, and she looks down at the screen. âI have to take this. Text me later.â She turns and walks away, her hair bouncing behind her.
âYou can come out now,â I yell to Beckett once I see Juliana disappear down the sidewalk, heading back toward the hotel. âSheâs gone.â
âWhy didnât you tell her I was here?â he says. âNow if she finds out, sheâs going to know you lied.â
âBecause,â I say. âShe would have told Derrick. And sheâs not going to find out.â
âBut if Julia does find outââ
âHer name is Juliana,â I say, rolling my eyes. âYou really need to get better with names.â
âIâm very good with names,â he says as we step back out onto the sidewalk. The sun warms my skin, and I turn my face up toward the sky, enjoying the way the heat feelsagainst my cheeks. âIn case you havenât noticed, I have an amazing memory. Iâm in all AP classes.â
âItâs impossible to be in all AP classes,â I say. âThe school only offers three of them. And youâre not good with names, you donât even know mine.â
âOf course I know your name,â he says. âItâs Pink.â
âMy real name,â I say, even though I know he knows what Iâm talking about.
He turns around in the middle of the sidewalk and stands in front of me, blocking me from moving forward. That same flush goes through me, the one that went through me this morning when he was standing so close to me near the car.
âI know your name,â he says softly. âItâs Lyla.â
âYou just know because you checked the tag of my suitcase,â I say. Iâm staring at his chest, because for some reason I donât want to look into his eyes. Itâs this weird unexplainable thing, like if I look into his eyes something . . . unstoppable is going to happen. Not that looking at his chest is much better. Itâs hard and muscular and I canât help but imagine what it would be like to reach out and slide my hands up under his shirt.
âNo,â he says. His voice is still soft, and itâs lost its usual cockiness. âI knew before that.â
âOh.â I swallow. My heart is hammering in my chest. âThen why did you ask me what my name was?â
âBecause I felt like messing with you.â His voice is back to his normal, cocky tone, and just like that, the spell is broken. I shake my head, then move around him and keep walking.
âOh, what, youâre mad now?â he asks, following me.
âNo,â I say. âIn order to be mad at someone, you have to actually care about what they think of you, or what theyâve done to you. And I donât. Besides, if I was going to be mad at you, it wouldnât be because you gave me some dumb nickname and pretended you didnât know who I was. It would be because you sent me that note on the plane and then almost got me in trouble with Juliana.â
âYou got yourself in trouble with Juliana. And besides, I thought you said she wasnât going to find out
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