No Regrets by Kate L. Mary Page B

thought the whole thing was hilarious. But thinking back to the night before, I didn’t feel like smiling. To be honest, the whole memory kind of made me nauseous, and only part of it had to do with Mitch’s awful kissing.
    I couldn’t force myself to write any more, so I put my notebook away and opened my computer to see what was going on in Facebook land. It should have been fun, but all it did was remind me of Julie. All our friends from high school were on there, talking about college, keeping the social media world up to date on the parties they were attending through pictures and drunken status updates. It made me squirm and wish for company, for someone to talk to so I could distract myself from all the painful memories.
    I shut my computer and got to my feet. I hated being by myself. Too much time alone was never good anymore. It was too quiet, which always led to thinking about Julie. Then I would start feeling like shit, and the last thing I wanted to do on my first weekend as a college student was feel like shit. I should be out, having fun.
    Where the hell was Annie?
    I was still pacing when my phone finally dinged. I tore it out of my back pocket so fast it went flying across the room, and I had to dive after it like I was trying to steal home plate in a baseball game. When I saw it was Annie, I let out a sigh of relief that was so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if our next-door neighbors had been able to hear it through the walls. Thank God.
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    A NNIE : R AN INTO R YAN . I’ M AT HIS PLACE .
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    My stomach jumped. Ryan’s place. Which meant Liam’s place too! I hadn’t seen him since the day I’d gone over there with my parents, and I couldn’t forget the way we’d flirted. Or how adamant he’d been about wanting to see more of me. I was more than ready to show him all of me if he really wanted to see it.
    I turned to face the mirror, and the girl looking back at me shook with anticipation. Ryan was right. I did look like a Chihuahua when I was excited. I needed to freshen up my makeup, though. Probably change my clothes. Fix my hair . . .
    But why waste the time if Liam wasn’t going to be there?
    I turned back to my phone and typed a quick response to Annie.
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    C AMI : B THERE IN 10. L IAM THERE ?
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    I held my breath while I waited for an answer, and when it came I cheered to the empty room.
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    A NNIE : R YAN SAID HE WAS, HAVEN’T SEEN HIM YET .
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    My fingers typed the response almost on their own as I mentally sifted through my closet in search of the perfect outfit.
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    C AMI : B ETTER CHANGE MY CLOTHES !! ;-)
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    It took me ten minutes to change and fix my makeup. Then I was practically skipping as I headed for the door.
    When I pulled it open, Chris was standing there. He looked like a sad puppy dog, and I couldn’t blame him. He’d been in a foul mood after our shopping trip and had said something to upset Annie. It was weird and I couldn’t even begin to guess what the whole thing was about. It was probably his time of the month or something.
    â€œIs she here?” he asked, trying to look over my shoulder.
    I rolled my eyes and stepped out, shutting the door behind me. “Nope. She’s at Ryan’s. You come to say you’re sorry?”
    â€œYou know I did.”
    â€œGood, because you’re a moron, Chris. That girl obviously likes you and she doesn’t need you trying to tell her what to do or who to be. Let her figure that out on her own!”
    â€œI’m sorry! Geez!”
    Chris glared at me and I glared right back at him. We had some kind of glaring contest for about thirty seconds before I rolled my eyes. Of course I won. I’d perfected my glare over the years. Chris was just an amateur.
    I took off, waving for him to follow me. “Come on. Walk me to Ryan’s.”
    Chris was still hanging his head in shame when we got down to the lobby. Mitch and Amber were