Page 44 of Between the Blue
“What?” I question him.
He doesn’t answer, his eyes shifting down to my phone screen.
“Don’twhat?” I ask. “Go to the game? Or take the internship?”
“Either.”
My head pulls back, my lips parting. His gaze stayed glued to my phone screen. On the tickets to tonight’s game.
“Do you want these or something?” I exhale, my brows pulled together.
His eyes flick back to mine. “No,” he shakes his head.
“Are you sure? I really don’t think I’m going to use them.”
“I’m sure.” He nods gruffly. “I’m working tonight.”
It occurs to me then that I have no idea what he does for work.He works on Friday nights?I don’t get much longer to think about it, however, before he steps back and starts to walk around me.
I blink, spinning on my heel.What the hell?
“Ben?” I say, feeling whiplash from our interaction.
“What, Cherry?” he grits.
I narrow my eyes on him. How does he get to block me from leaving and demand my time one minute then give me an attitude for questioning him the next?
“Why do you think I shouldn’t take the internship with the Texas Storm?” I ask.
“Because you’re right,” he says. “You wouldn’t be cut out for it.”
And then he leaves me there on the stairs without another word.
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HER
I don’t like this.
I haven’t been myself all day. It’s like I can’t think straight.
Even now, I’m so zoned in on the swirling thoughts in my head that I flinch when the loud beep of my microwave pierces the air.
I shake it off, grabbing my bowl of popcorn and settling down on my couch. I tell myself not to look, but I can’t help the way my eyes travel to the clock on the wall above my TV.
7:35 p.m.
The hockey game started at seven. The first period is probably about to finish up.
Yes,period.
Not quarter. Not half.Because I guess there’s three of them.
Maybe I did some quick googling.
So what?
I blow a breath out of my nose, increasing the volume on the random episode ofThe Vampire Diariesthat I turned on. As if it’s necessary. I know every word of the series by heart.
