yourself.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I snatch it out. For a second I’m hoping it will be Ivy, but then I shove down the thought. I shouldn’t want to hear from her after what she told me. Besides, she hasn’t tried to get in touch with me for a year despite the fact that I still have the same phone number. I doubt she’d finally text me now.
Just wanted to check on u. U seemed sad when u left the restaurant.
Without bothering to respond, I shove the phone back in my pocket.
“Who was that?”
“Peyton. Boy, she sure doesn’t waste any time.” I shake my head. “It’s not like I’d ever get back together with her.”
“She’s not that bad,” Cole says.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Okay, so she’s a little over the top,” Cole concedes.
I snort. “That’s an understatement.”
“Hey, but you know what? This really hot trainer I work with, Mercedes, she’s having a party this weekend. You should come with me. It’s gonna be off the hook.”
“I don’t know.”
“C’mon, man, she’s got tons of hot friends. It’ll get your mind off of all this stuff.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
I’m not sure if I’m ready to get Ivy off my mind and move on. A part of me just wants to lose myself in some other girl, but another part of me wants to cling to Ivy forever. I hate how complicated things are. It’s never been like this for me, and it’s frustrating. Maybe I should go with Cole. Perhaps letting loose with my friend is exactly what I need to put things in perspective.
It has been several days since I showed up at the Steakhouse and learned the truth about Ivy. Still I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. She has haunted my dreams, and lingered in my thoughts during the day. As hard as I’ve tried to forget about her, I can’t. I know I should be so angry with her for lying to me, but I keep thinking about that night and I’m just not upset. It’s true that she didn’t tell me it was Cam. I jumped to that conclusion. The only part that stops me up is that little nod she gave me. It seemed like a confession, but maybe I misread it.
“Ready, man?” Cole clamps me on the shoulder.
In an attempt to get Ivy off my mind and Cole off my back, I agreed to go to the party with him.
“Yep.” I nod, holding the keys to my car in my palm.
“I’m so glad you’re coming.” Cole hops in the passenger side and clangs the door shut behind him. “It’ll be just like old times.”
I slide into the driver’s side and close my own door. “Let’s hope it doesn’t get that crazy,” I joke, as I stick the keys in the ignition. They jangle together, a clash of metals.
“Let’s hope it does,” Cole responds with a wicked smile.
Laughing, I start the car and pull out of the driveway. My tires crunch on the pavement as I turn onto the street. I flick on the radio and a fast hip hop beat fills the car. Rolling down my window, I let the warm breeze spill into the car. Just being out with Cole on a warm summer evening reminds me of old times.
“Hey, remember that party at Robert’s house when we almost set the neighbors house on fire?” Cole asks with a chuckle.
“How could I forget?” I feel alternately horrified and proud at the memory. “Who brought over the illegal fireworks anyway?”
“I don’t know, but they were awesome.”
“Yeah, until the one landed on the neighbor’s roof,” I supply.
“Remember how freaked Robert was? H e thought we were going to jail for sure.” Cole continues laughing, but my stomach clenches.
Maybe going out with Cole isn’t the best idea. The last thing I need is to be in trouble with the law again. I really hope this party is tamer than the ones from high school. For the rest of the drive Cole drones on about how hot this Mercedes chick is, and how her friends are as well. I hope he’s right. Cole normally has good taste in girls, and I could really use a distraction tonight. Especially since I’m
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I snatch it out. For a second I’m hoping it will be Ivy, but then I shove down the thought. I shouldn’t want to hear from her after what she told me. Besides, she hasn’t tried to get in touch with me for a year despite the fact that I still have the same phone number. I doubt she’d finally text me now.
Just wanted to check on u. U seemed sad when u left the restaurant.
Without bothering to respond, I shove the phone back in my pocket.
“Who was that?”
“Peyton. Boy, she sure doesn’t waste any time.” I shake my head. “It’s not like I’d ever get back together with her.”
“She’s not that bad,” Cole says.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Okay, so she’s a little over the top,” Cole concedes.
I snort. “That’s an understatement.”
“Hey, but you know what? This really hot trainer I work with, Mercedes, she’s having a party this weekend. You should come with me. It’s gonna be off the hook.”
“I don’t know.”
“C’mon, man, she’s got tons of hot friends. It’ll get your mind off of all this stuff.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
I’m not sure if I’m ready to get Ivy off my mind and move on. A part of me just wants to lose myself in some other girl, but another part of me wants to cling to Ivy forever. I hate how complicated things are. It’s never been like this for me, and it’s frustrating. Maybe I should go with Cole. Perhaps letting loose with my friend is exactly what I need to put things in perspective.
It has been several days since I showed up at the Steakhouse and learned the truth about Ivy. Still I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. She has haunted my dreams, and lingered in my thoughts during the day. As hard as I’ve tried to forget about her, I can’t. I know I should be so angry with her for lying to me, but I keep thinking about that night and I’m just not upset. It’s true that she didn’t tell me it was Cam. I jumped to that conclusion. The only part that stops me up is that little nod she gave me. It seemed like a confession, but maybe I misread it.
“Ready, man?” Cole clamps me on the shoulder.
In an attempt to get Ivy off my mind and Cole off my back, I agreed to go to the party with him.
“Yep.” I nod, holding the keys to my car in my palm.
“I’m so glad you’re coming.” Cole hops in the passenger side and clangs the door shut behind him. “It’ll be just like old times.”
I slide into the driver’s side and close my own door. “Let’s hope it doesn’t get that crazy,” I joke, as I stick the keys in the ignition. They jangle together, a clash of metals.
“Let’s hope it does,” Cole responds with a wicked smile.
Laughing, I start the car and pull out of the driveway. My tires crunch on the pavement as I turn onto the street. I flick on the radio and a fast hip hop beat fills the car. Rolling down my window, I let the warm breeze spill into the car. Just being out with Cole on a warm summer evening reminds me of old times.
“Hey, remember that party at Robert’s house when we almost set the neighbors house on fire?” Cole asks with a chuckle.
“How could I forget?” I feel alternately horrified and proud at the memory. “Who brought over the illegal fireworks anyway?”
“I don’t know, but they were awesome.”
“Yeah, until the one landed on the neighbor’s roof,” I supply.
“Remember how freaked Robert was? H e thought we were going to jail for sure.” Cole continues laughing, but my stomach clenches.
Maybe going out with Cole isn’t the best idea. The last thing I need is to be in trouble with the law again. I really hope this party is tamer than the ones from high school. For the rest of the drive Cole drones on about how hot this Mercedes chick is, and how her friends are as well. I hope he’s right. Cole normally has good taste in girls, and I could really use a distraction tonight. Especially since I’m
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