Page 41 of Perfect Score

He just shrugs—He has no intention of apologizing.

Can I blame the guy for noticing?

Hell no.

Zoey was cute during our freshman and sophomore years of high school. She was beautiful during our junior and senior years. But now… with a few years on her, Zoey's a goddamn knock-out, and I’m not surprised he noticed her.

And in that dress… fuck, I’m only surprised he didn’t jump over the bar and propose marriage to her on the spot.

If Zoey didn’t hate me and we weren’t faking it, I would have already been down on one knee.

“She’s fine… I think." I take another pull off my drink, though I'm not sure if my answer is correct.

Though I left her upstairs with the last man on earth who has any intentions of doing right by her.

But that wasn’t my choice.

I have no idea what’s happening upstairs, and I don’t want to.

None of it looks good for me.

He lifts a brow in question. “You think?”

“She's upstairs talking to her ex,” I admit, though I don’t know why I’m telling him this.

I take another pull off my beer and then study the label like I give a shit—I don't, I'm just trying to busy myself.

“The asshole that was sitting in the corner with the blonde?” he asks.

That gets my attention, and my eyes dart up to his. “How did you know that?”

“You notice things as a bartender, and from here,” he says referring to behind the bar. “The room is more like a fishbowl. We can see all the angles. He didn’t take his eyes off her after she walked in… I mean, unless he was glaring at you.” He lets out a chuckle.

That's probably accurate too since I could barely keep my eyes off her too.

“They were engaged. Then he left her for the blonde right before their wedding," I tell him, giving him a quick play by play.

“He left the woman in the dress for the blonde?” he asks, a look of surprise on his face.

I nod, spinning my beer around on the bar top.

“And you left her upstairs with him?”

I give a slow nod.

“You’re either an idiot or looking to be single real soon.”

I bite down on my lip and grip my beer, a little tighter than necessary—my fingertips turning white.

I already know he’s right but again… not my decision. This is what Zoey wants, and I agreed to help her if she helped me with my gran.

This is the exchange rate and I’m paying for it.

I wish I had known that Zoey had rented a room for us after prom. I had asked her to prom because Liam had broken up with her right before. I wanted a shot with her, but I didn’t think she had any feelings for me. I thought she just saw me as a friend who asked her to prom after Liam broke it off.

If I had known about the room, I would have told Liam to go to hell when he called to tell me to call off prom with Zoey or our friendship was over.

I thought he was going to show up and take my place at prom. I didn’t know he planned to leave her waiting in her kitchen to make me look like the bad guy.

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