courage to go say hello, but by the time I found you I was a little too drunk.”
I smile, remembering that night. I’m grateful he doesn’t remember it, but all he did was call me cute. He was sort of a total gentleman while drunk, which is saying something. Most guys aren’t. “It’s fine,” I tell him.
“So how long have you been dating Jace Adams?” he asks.
“A few months. How did you know his name?”
He snorts. “Because he’s kind of famous, duh. He seems like a great guy, Bayleigh. I’m really happy for you. ”
“He is,” I say. My eyes drift off as I think about him and how much I miss him.
“Is everything okay?” Chase asks, pulling me back to reality.
I shrug. And then I do something really embarrassing. I tell him about the Facebook photos. And Jace’s long business trips. And my jealousy. The Winter Festival and my birthday and how I’m terrified that he won’t be able to come. And, well, everything else.
Chase leans against his window frame as he listens to me recount everything that’s happened between Jace and me lately and how it’s making me wonder if I’m good enough to date someone with such a busy schedule.
Finally, when I’ve said all I can say and am feeling more depressed than ever, I stop talking and glance up at him. He frowns. “Bayleigh you need a hug. But my arms aren’t long enough to hug you from here so, just listen.”
The seriousness of his voice gets my attention. He continues, “The Facebook photo thing does suck, but I believe him and you should do. Girls do that shit…they take photos of hot guys and plaster it all over their Facebook so they can look important. They aren’t important and Jace does not care about them, I promise.”
“How can you promise me that? You don’t know.”
He nods. “Yeah, I do know. You are absolutely beautiful and one of the most fun girls I’ve ever been around. Jace knows that, too. He knows he’s the luckiest guy around to have you and he sure as hell won’t throw that away on some skank at a party that he’ll never see again. He left his truck with you. That’s a pretty big deal.”
I feel warmth rushing to my cheeks and I’m glad it’s too dark outside for him to see me blushing. “Thanks, Chase. I needed that.”
“No problem. I’m great at reassuring hot girls that their boyfriend loves them,” he says with a boatload of sarcasm. “You should get to bed. You have school tomorrow.”
I laugh. “ You should get to bed! You also have school tomorrow!”
Chase stands and puts his hands on either side of the window pane, preparing to push it closed and block me off for the rest of the night. “So yeah… sorry for all the flirting with you.”
“Is that what you were doing? Flirting?”
He rolls his eyes and slides the window closed, apparently thinking I was being sarcastic. I wasn’t though, and now I’m wondering if he’s the sarcastic one. He sure seemed apologetic for it though, so maybe he was. Another thought occurs to me as I watch his light turn off and I slide my own window closed.
Maybe he doesn’t have a thing against girlfriends. Maybe he just didn’t want Becca as his girlfriend.
Chapter 10
Becca holds a clothes hanger up to her body while the golden dress that hangs from it presses against her. She turns to the full length mirror on the wall of the dress store and stares at herself. Her lip curls in disgust.
“What’s wrong?” I reach out and touch the satin fabric, trailing my hand down the skirt. “It looks good and it’s a great color for your skin tone.”
“That’s the problem.” She grabs the paper price tag affixed to the shoulder and swings it around in my direction. “It’s three hundred dollars. I can’t afford this.”
“Whoa,” I say, gingerly taking the hanger from her hand and placing it back on the rack. “I only have a hundred dollars to spend and that has to cover shoes too.”
Becca looks longingly at the golden dress. “I have
I smile, remembering that night. I’m grateful he doesn’t remember it, but all he did was call me cute. He was sort of a total gentleman while drunk, which is saying something. Most guys aren’t. “It’s fine,” I tell him.
“So how long have you been dating Jace Adams?” he asks.
“A few months. How did you know his name?”
He snorts. “Because he’s kind of famous, duh. He seems like a great guy, Bayleigh. I’m really happy for you. ”
“He is,” I say. My eyes drift off as I think about him and how much I miss him.
“Is everything okay?” Chase asks, pulling me back to reality.
I shrug. And then I do something really embarrassing. I tell him about the Facebook photos. And Jace’s long business trips. And my jealousy. The Winter Festival and my birthday and how I’m terrified that he won’t be able to come. And, well, everything else.
Chase leans against his window frame as he listens to me recount everything that’s happened between Jace and me lately and how it’s making me wonder if I’m good enough to date someone with such a busy schedule.
Finally, when I’ve said all I can say and am feeling more depressed than ever, I stop talking and glance up at him. He frowns. “Bayleigh you need a hug. But my arms aren’t long enough to hug you from here so, just listen.”
The seriousness of his voice gets my attention. He continues, “The Facebook photo thing does suck, but I believe him and you should do. Girls do that shit…they take photos of hot guys and plaster it all over their Facebook so they can look important. They aren’t important and Jace does not care about them, I promise.”
“How can you promise me that? You don’t know.”
He nods. “Yeah, I do know. You are absolutely beautiful and one of the most fun girls I’ve ever been around. Jace knows that, too. He knows he’s the luckiest guy around to have you and he sure as hell won’t throw that away on some skank at a party that he’ll never see again. He left his truck with you. That’s a pretty big deal.”
I feel warmth rushing to my cheeks and I’m glad it’s too dark outside for him to see me blushing. “Thanks, Chase. I needed that.”
“No problem. I’m great at reassuring hot girls that their boyfriend loves them,” he says with a boatload of sarcasm. “You should get to bed. You have school tomorrow.”
I laugh. “ You should get to bed! You also have school tomorrow!”
Chase stands and puts his hands on either side of the window pane, preparing to push it closed and block me off for the rest of the night. “So yeah… sorry for all the flirting with you.”
“Is that what you were doing? Flirting?”
He rolls his eyes and slides the window closed, apparently thinking I was being sarcastic. I wasn’t though, and now I’m wondering if he’s the sarcastic one. He sure seemed apologetic for it though, so maybe he was. Another thought occurs to me as I watch his light turn off and I slide my own window closed.
Maybe he doesn’t have a thing against girlfriends. Maybe he just didn’t want Becca as his girlfriend.
Chapter 10
Becca holds a clothes hanger up to her body while the golden dress that hangs from it presses against her. She turns to the full length mirror on the wall of the dress store and stares at herself. Her lip curls in disgust.
“What’s wrong?” I reach out and touch the satin fabric, trailing my hand down the skirt. “It looks good and it’s a great color for your skin tone.”
“That’s the problem.” She grabs the paper price tag affixed to the shoulder and swings it around in my direction. “It’s three hundred dollars. I can’t afford this.”
“Whoa,” I say, gingerly taking the hanger from her hand and placing it back on the rack. “I only have a hundred dollars to spend and that has to cover shoes too.”
Becca looks longingly at the golden dress. “I have
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