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She glanced between him and me and back again, her eyes darting back and forth a ridiculous amount of times.
“Oh youreallythink he’s cute,” I commented, and a blush crawled up her cheeks—andokay, that was it. I spun her around to face me. “Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Silence.
I tapped her forehead. “Are you broken? Did the cute boy break your brain?” I mocked.
She flushed and looked down at the ground, and something solid settled its weight in my stomach. “Okay, seriously. What the hell?” I asked. This wasn’t like her. Not at all. Not even close.Embarrassedwasn’t really a part of our vocabulary. Things just were. Most of the time. Okay, all of the time, excluding the ones that included Neil.
Sydney was tugging me in a mildly aggressive way in the opposite direction. She was definitely in a hurry to get away from the obscenely cute skater boy.
“What is up with you?” I practically balked.
She tugged on my sweater even harder. “I just realized that I might’ve, maybe, already hooked-up with him before,” she confessed through some very clenched teeth and a bright, fake smile.
I scoffed. “Okay…”And?“And?”
“And?” she huffed. “And… there might’ve been some specific anatomy in some oral places beforesomeonestarted shouting through the halls that it was time to go.”
Oh. Oh, shit.“Oh, shit.” I barked out a laugh. I tried not to, but I couldn’t hold it in. But also… “Damn. I really do owe you.” Interrupting a kiss was definitely not equivalent to…that.“Oops.”
“Oops?!” She threw her hands in the air. “You are so lucky I love you.”
I stifled my grin, but another snort of laughter burst past it. Sydney groaned in response but fell into a fit of laughter, too.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” I asked when I finally got my shit together, but I’d already thought of something. “Just let me go get his number for you.” Simple enough.
“No way.” She shook her head. “Not after the way things went down. I don’t think you understand what kind of compromising position I wasbarelyin when I had to high tail it out of there.”
I mashed my lips down on my laughter. I was such an asshole. But we could absolutely addembarrassedto our vocabulary now. Because that was definitely,definitelyembarrassing. Mortifying. Beyond that, maybe? For sure.
“I’m sorry?” I offered, giving her the most innocent stare I could muster, which wasn’t saying very much. But it turned into a genuine grimace.
She folded her arms over her chest with a resigned puff of air. “Fine. Go get his number for me.”
I perked up. “Done.”
“Today was weird,” I told Jax absentmindedly, “and it’s only halfway over.”
“What’s that?” He turned from the popcorn machine.
“Nothing.”
He shrugged and went back to scooping out popcorn before it burned, and then swiveled back around. “Don’t forget it’s double date day tomorrow.”
“How could I forget?” I responded sarcastically. “You’ve only mentioned it about, oh…” I looked down at my imaginary watch. “Fifteen times since we first spoke about it?” I smirked.
He nudged me with his shoulder as he walked past me. “Shut up. I’m excited.”
“Me, too,” I told him truthfully, following behind.
“Good.” That mischievous smile of his was back again; I didn’t trust it.
“Are you planning on telling me where we’re going at some point in the near future, though?” I asked.
“Nope!” he threw out before disappearing into the back of the concession stand.
Joke was on him, because I was going to get it out of him one way or another—physical violence or otherwise.