Looking for Trouble (Nashville U Book 1) by Stacey Mosteller Page B

the way he makes me feel. He won’t come out and say he doesn’t have those feelings, but he doesn’t say he does either. I’m stuck in this limbo where I live in hope he’ll notice me one day, and it sucks . I deserve better than how he’s treating me, and I’m not going to sit back and take it anymore.
    “I want to apologize,” he says softly, eyes on mine and giving me his patented you know you love me and want to forgive me face. His eyes are wide and innocent, smile soft and placating; even his body language screams forgive me, and I feel petty because it’s not like he actually did anything wrong. We’re not committed, we aren’t in any kind of relationship, he can have sex with anyone he wants. It just sucks because I want him to want to have sex with me , not the rest of the campus.
    Like an idiot, I actually consider forgiving him. That is, until a girl with long cinnamon colored hair walks up to us and wraps her arms around his waist, pushing up on her toes to press a kiss to his mouth before she looks over at me smugly. Yeah, I get it; you’re staking your claim. This must be the moaner from last night. It doesn’t help that Max does nothing to brush her off. He drapes his arm over her shoulders and looks at me uncomfortably.
    “Uh, Kat … this is Sophie. Soph, this is my best friend, Kat.” He looks like he’s waiting for us to shake hands and become besties, but I have news for him; that’s not going to happen. Not any time in the near future. I want to claw his eyes out and sob, all at the same time.
    It takes everything in me to smile at her and hold out my hand. “Hi, Sophie. It’s nice to meet you.” I hope my voice doesn’t sound as strained to the two of them as it does to me, but based on the look she’s giving me that says ha bitch, the boy is mine. I hate being a jealous harpy, but that’s what he’s bringing out in me. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I gasp like I’ve just realized I’m going to be late, then cringe inwardly at how fake it sounds. I won’t be getting an Oscar anytime soon for this performance. “Okay, well, it’s been fun, but I just remembered I have to be …” my mind goes blank. Oh God, where can I say I have to go? “Uh … I have a doctor’s appointment and I’m going to be late if I don’t get going.” Phew . That sounded plausible I think. I hope.
    Max looks concerned. “Is everything all right?”
    “Oh yeah,” I say, waving off his concern and acting like it’s nothing he needs to worry about. I’m not lying because he doesn’t need to worry about a fake doctor’s appointment. I’m going straight to that special place in hell they reserve for liars, I just know it. “I just have to,” I look over at Skanky McSkank who’s still clinging to him like a vine and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, “go get birth control.” Oh. Em. Gee. It’s official. I’m an idiot. Birth Control ? Seriously? That’s all I could come up with? I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks, and Max looks equal parts embarrassed and curious.
    He clears his throat, looking anywhere but me when he asks, “Why do you need birth control?”
    “Oh, you know,” I wave a hand dismissively, “college, experimenting, that kinda thing. I just want to be prepared.” I don’t think I quite pulled off carefree.
    His head jerks and I watch his jaw tighten before he pins me with a glare. “ Experimenting ? Just who, and how many, are you planning to experiment with?”
    I don’t know why he’s flipping out considering he has the girl he’s having sexy time with practically straddling him while he stands here talking to me. It’s not like I’m a virgin, not technically anyway. I don’t know if you can count my prom date sticking it in exactly one time before he filled the condom losing it, but there you go. It’s a night I’ve regretted since senior year, but it’s not like I can go back and change it.
    Narrowing my eyes at Max, the guy