Page 88 of I Don't Need Your Love

But I don’t want that.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I continue. “Maybe I’m tired after all the dance practice. I’m going back to campus.”

“Want me to drive you?”

I wave my hand. “It’s cool. I’ll catch a ride with someone.”

I reenter the house and freeze when I spot that beautiful red hair near the entrance to the dance room. Carly’s here with her friends and Addie’s boyfriend.

My entire body perks up like the sun rose inside me. With a wide smile, I make my way to them.

“Hey! You came.”

Carly turns to me, her face a bit haunted. “There are so many people here.”

I chuckle. “Yep. Big party and all that.” I greet the others as well. Then I face Carly again. “I wasn’t sure you’d show, but I’m glad you did. Was starting to get lonely here.”

She lifts a brow, then gazes around the room with an expression that tells me she’s wondering if we see the samething. Yeah, we do. Kids are taking up pretty much every corner. “Lonely? There are tons of people you can talk to.”

I notice that her friends and Caleb have slipped away, leaving just the two of us. “Maybe, but I’m not interested in anything they have to say.”

She looks at something, then at me. “I think the Parker twins are waiting for you.”

I don’t glance at them. “Hmm.”

“It’s rude to keep them waiting.”

I bend close to her. “I’m talking to you.”

“It’s okay. You can go to them.”

I search her eyes. “Is that what you really want, Captain?”

“What does it matter what I want?”

I narrow my eyes. “I invited you here, didn’t I?”

“So?”

“So it means I want to talk to you and not them. They asked me to go to the school dance with them.”

She blinks at me. “Both of them?”

I shrug. “Why have fun with one twin when you can have fun with two, right?”

Her lips press together. “I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”

I catch her hand before she has a chance to leave. “Where are you going?”

“To find my friends.”

“Carly, I’m not going to the dance with them.”

She pulls her hand free from my grasp. “Dude, I really don’t care who you go or don’t go to the dance with. Where are they?” she mutters as she scans around.

“I was actually saving myself for someone special,” I inform her.

She’s barely listening to me. “There they are.” She heads over to her friends.