Page 16 of One Day

I roll my eyes. “Don’t say that like an accusation. I didn’t do anything.”

“Except ask Walker to fuck you.”

I narrow my eyes in Dylan’s direction. “Are you trying to get punched? First, you steal my phone, and now this? It’s like you want me to hate you.”

“You love me too much to hate me.”

“Both of you, shut up!” Bekah squeaks. “Sonya, what happened?”

“It’s not—”

“I swear if you say it’s not a big deal, I’m going to hurt you,” she cuts me off before I can say exactly that. I’ve been trying to play it off like his rejection doesn’t bother me, and truthfully, it doesn’t—for the most part. He had every right to say no, but it doesn’t stop a very tiny part of me from aching at being turned down after putting myself out there.

“I asked him to have sex with me, and he said no…” I trail off, stopping myself from saying anything else. I don’t know what else there is to say. “End of story.”

“No, not end of story.” She shakes her head. “Very much beginning of story. Where the hell did this come from? I didn’t even know you felt that way about him. I know we tease you, but I wouldn't have if I knew you actually liked him that way.”

“I don’t like him like that. Walker’s my friend.”

“She just wanted him to also be her naked friend,” Dylan adds.

“I am two seconds from punching you,” I tell him, pressing my lips together while taking in the pensive look on Reid’s face. “Okay, you clearly have something to say.”

Reid’s shoulders drop as he sits up straighter. “It’s none of my business.”

“Then make it your business. What are you thinking?”

“I’m just surprised he said no,” he says, running his hand down the denim covering his legs. “We may tease you, but there’s something there. He doesn’t say no to you ever.”

“That’s not true.”

Bekah scrunches up her nose. “It’s kind of true.”

“Yeah, well, he did this time, and that’s totally okay. He’s allowed to say no. I was just in my head, overthinking what you guys said, and realized how long it’s been, so I threw it out there. Not a big deal. We’re just going to forget about it.”

“You seem upset, Sunny,” Reid says, meeting my eyes.

I shake my head. “I’m not.”

Okay, maybe I am a little, but I can’t look too closely at that right now.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making the boyfriend comments, though, especially around Walker. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable,” I add.

All three nod, settling the pit in my stomach. Even if my feelings were hurt by Walker’s rejection, I would get over it. I meant it when I told Walker we’re good. We are good. It would take a lot for me to be upset with him, and it certainly will never be over a boundary.

I can’t fault him for not wanting the same thing as me. I just need to slap a Band-Aid on it and move forward.

CHAPTER EIGHT

WALKER

“Earth to Walker!” Flynn’s hand passes by my face when I zone out for the millionth time tonight. When I stepped out of my room after getting off the phone with my mom, she was still sitting at the kitchen table and staring at her screen. Likely planning her future wedding to Devon, but the look on my face must have said everything I didn’t because the next thing I knew, she was getting up and telling me she'd make the popcorn.

It is a tradition we started when we moved in together. An unspoken agreement to distract instead of question, and Flynn tries her best. She always does, but I've never been very good at getting out of my head. Distractions or not, my mind never seems to shut off, so I sit and stew until she forces me to talk.

“That’s the fourth time,” she says, pausing the movie I picked. I’m not even sure what it’s about. That’s how little attention I’ve paid to it. “Is it Sonya?”

“My mom thinks I’m coming home for the summer to intern with Mr. Richards,” I tell her, running my fingers through my hair. “Which is my fault because I was thinking about Sonya and mindlessly agreed to it.”

---