Page 111 of Never Have I Ever
“Leila,” I say. I turn around, and his eyes are still on Leila. “So, that beer?” I ask.
His eyes turn back to me, and he shakes his head, snapping out of it. “Yeah, sure. Coming right up,” he says, grabbing a glass and filling it up.
I chew on my bottom lip, staring up at him. Should I ask him? I mean, he is his roommate. He would know how Grayson is doing or if he's dating other girls.
Maybe I shouldn’t ask him. I don’t want to hear that he’s moved on already and is perfectly happy and really never felt anything for me. That would shatter me even more.
The more I wait, the more I battle with myself. “How’s Grayson?” I blurt out.
He pauses, his eyes widening as he looks at me. “Uh…” He says, scratching the back of his head. Oh god, what is he about to tell me?
I sigh. “Never mind,” I say, looking down at the glass sitting on the counter.
He curses and then sighs. “He’s a mess, Rosie.”
I look up at him, and his brows are furrowed. “He is?” I don’t know how I feel about that. I don’t want him to be hurting, but why would he? This is what he wanted.
Aiden nods. “He’s a wreck. I don’t exactly know what happened between you two, but—"
“Oh, no,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “Nothing happened between us,” I say, feeling the bitterness of those words on my tongue. Technically that’s what Grayson said.
He raises his brow. “Rosalie. C’mon.”
He knows.
“He told you?”
Aiden shakes his head. “I heard you,” he says, his lips twitching.
My brows scrunch together. “Heard me what?” My cheeks heat as I catch on to what Aiden is telling me. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” He laughs.
I bury my face in my hands, trying to hide the embarrassment I feel from Aiden hearing me and Grayson have sex.
“I don’t know what happened between you two,” he repeats. “He hasn’t exactly said your name, but I can only imagine it has something to do with you, with how you look right now.”
“Is it that obvious?” I ask him.
“Yeah,” he says. “You look just as bad as he does.”
“Wow.” I scoff. “Thanks.”
He laughs. “You still look hot, don’t worry. I see the same look in your eyes that he has in his.”
I shrug. “He ended it.”
“Yeah,” he says, nodding. “I guessed as much.”
“So I don’t know why he’s upset. He got what he wanted.” I say, feeling a twinge of pain in my chest. The thought of Grayson feeling a fraction of what I’m feeling is unbearable to me. Even if he doesn’t love me, I love him, and I don’t want him to hurt.
“I don’t think so,” he mutters, sliding the drink over to me.
“Thanks,” I say, handing him the cash, and he waves me off.
“Tell your friend it’s on me.”
I laugh. “Will do,” I say, picking up the glass and heading back to the table. I set the drink down in front of Leila, who’s got her eye on the guy she was talking to earlier.
