could say the same for Julia,” I sighed.
Marcus laughed and thumped my shoulder. “Come on. You need a ride somewhere?”
I was still bitching about Julia by the time we got to Yansi’s house, but I was feeling in a marginally better mood. Marcus just let me talk, nodding and laughing occasionally.
The girls were all waiting by Megan’s car as we drove up. I was surprised when Marcus turned off his engine.
“This is where your girl lives?”
“Yeah.”
“How long you been dating?”
“Uh, nearly four months.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise.
“So long?” Then he laughed. “Didn’t figure you for the one steady girl type.”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but he was already out of the van and grinning at the girls.
“And who are these beautiful ladies?”
They started giggling and even Yansi was smiling at Marcus, which kinda pissed me off.
“This is Megan and Esther, and this is my girlfriend Yansi.”
“Anayansi, actually,” she said, and threw me a hard look.
What the fuck?
She stared at me, unblinking, and I shoved my hands in my pockets because I didn’t know what else to do with them. Marcus introduced himself to each of them and then kissed Yansi’s hand.
I scowled, but he just winked at me.
“I’m warming her up for you,” he whispered. “You look like you need all the help you can get.”
From the expression on Yansi’s face, he could be right, but I had no freakin’ clue what I’d done to deserve the ice-age look.
Marcus left soon after that, but by then my mood had taken another dive.
“Oh my God, he is so freakin’ hot!” Esther shrieked at a volume that had me backing away. “Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Several.”
They ignored me, so I climbed into the back of Megan’s car, shoulders slumped and head leaning against the seatback. Yansi slid in next to me, but when I tried to take her hand, she snatched it away.
“How’s the hangover?” she hissed.
I might not have been feeling too sharp, but I could see that she was pissed about something.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Good guess!” she snapped, then stared straight ahead.
Megan plugged in her iPhone and I didn’t know if she really wanted to listen to Taylor Swift, or if it was supposed to cover up the sounds of our argument.
For a whole week, all I’d wanted was to kiss the hell out of my girl, and now she was acting like a total bitch. I felt the headache that had been threatening to re-emerge all morning, blossom behind my eyes.
I massaged my temples with my fingers, then gazed tiredly at Yansi.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to have done, or do you want to yell at me, too?”
She pressed her lips together and I could see Megan smirking at me in the rearview mirror.
“Fine,” snapped Yansi. “Two words. Erin. Lenz.”
I stared at her, surprised and confused by the fury I saw there.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“I thought you were different,” she scoffed.
I rubbed my eyes, unable to dredge up the reserves of energy to fight with her.
“Yans, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, watching her wearily through a haze of exhaustion. “I went to see a movie with Sean and Rob and then we hung out at the pier. I had a few drinks and … okay, I was totally trashed … Marcus drove me home. End of story.”
“Huh. So you’re saying you didn’t see Erin last night?”
Erin? I didn’t remember seeing her…
“I’m saying that I haven’t got a fuckin’ clue who was at the beach last night. I was wasted, okay?”
“You look like shit and I can smell the alcohol on you.”
Her words were still harsh, but her tone had eased considerably.
I pulled her hand into mine, soft and small, and a wave of something like peace rippled through me.
“Yans, I swear … I would never cheat on you. You know what I think about that. Maybe Erin was there, I don’t know. But even if she was, I don’t give
Marcus laughed and thumped my shoulder. “Come on. You need a ride somewhere?”
I was still bitching about Julia by the time we got to Yansi’s house, but I was feeling in a marginally better mood. Marcus just let me talk, nodding and laughing occasionally.
The girls were all waiting by Megan’s car as we drove up. I was surprised when Marcus turned off his engine.
“This is where your girl lives?”
“Yeah.”
“How long you been dating?”
“Uh, nearly four months.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise.
“So long?” Then he laughed. “Didn’t figure you for the one steady girl type.”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but he was already out of the van and grinning at the girls.
“And who are these beautiful ladies?”
They started giggling and even Yansi was smiling at Marcus, which kinda pissed me off.
“This is Megan and Esther, and this is my girlfriend Yansi.”
“Anayansi, actually,” she said, and threw me a hard look.
What the fuck?
She stared at me, unblinking, and I shoved my hands in my pockets because I didn’t know what else to do with them. Marcus introduced himself to each of them and then kissed Yansi’s hand.
I scowled, but he just winked at me.
“I’m warming her up for you,” he whispered. “You look like you need all the help you can get.”
From the expression on Yansi’s face, he could be right, but I had no freakin’ clue what I’d done to deserve the ice-age look.
Marcus left soon after that, but by then my mood had taken another dive.
“Oh my God, he is so freakin’ hot!” Esther shrieked at a volume that had me backing away. “Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Several.”
They ignored me, so I climbed into the back of Megan’s car, shoulders slumped and head leaning against the seatback. Yansi slid in next to me, but when I tried to take her hand, she snatched it away.
“How’s the hangover?” she hissed.
I might not have been feeling too sharp, but I could see that she was pissed about something.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Good guess!” she snapped, then stared straight ahead.
Megan plugged in her iPhone and I didn’t know if she really wanted to listen to Taylor Swift, or if it was supposed to cover up the sounds of our argument.
For a whole week, all I’d wanted was to kiss the hell out of my girl, and now she was acting like a total bitch. I felt the headache that had been threatening to re-emerge all morning, blossom behind my eyes.
I massaged my temples with my fingers, then gazed tiredly at Yansi.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to have done, or do you want to yell at me, too?”
She pressed her lips together and I could see Megan smirking at me in the rearview mirror.
“Fine,” snapped Yansi. “Two words. Erin. Lenz.”
I stared at her, surprised and confused by the fury I saw there.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“I thought you were different,” she scoffed.
I rubbed my eyes, unable to dredge up the reserves of energy to fight with her.
“Yans, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, watching her wearily through a haze of exhaustion. “I went to see a movie with Sean and Rob and then we hung out at the pier. I had a few drinks and … okay, I was totally trashed … Marcus drove me home. End of story.”
“Huh. So you’re saying you didn’t see Erin last night?”
Erin? I didn’t remember seeing her…
“I’m saying that I haven’t got a fuckin’ clue who was at the beach last night. I was wasted, okay?”
“You look like shit and I can smell the alcohol on you.”
Her words were still harsh, but her tone had eased considerably.
I pulled her hand into mine, soft and small, and a wave of something like peace rippled through me.
“Yans, I swear … I would never cheat on you. You know what I think about that. Maybe Erin was there, I don’t know. But even if she was, I don’t give
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