Page 79 of Don't Love the Boy Next Door
“Nothing.”
“Can’t fool me. We shared a womb.”
I shrug like he has no idea what he’s talking about.
“This is about Katie, isn’t it?”
I give him a confused look. “What about her?”
“You think I’m blind? I noticed the tension between you guys. What’s going on with you two?”
I look at Cody, who is supposed to have left by now. But he’s playing with his phone.
Ethan looks at him and frowns. “Cody, can we have some privacy, please?”
“What? Oh. Sorry. See ya tomorrow.” He slips out the door.
Ethan looks at me with raised eyebrows.
I shrug again. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to tell me what the heck is going on between you and Katie.”
I release a huff. “I ended things with her, okay?”
His jaw falls so low it sweeps the floor. “You what?”
I walk over to my guitar case and place my guitar inside.
“What do you mean you ended things with her?”
Keeping my back to him, I say, “It just didn’t work out.”
“But she’sKatie.”
“I know who she is.”
“She’s perfect for you.”
I twist my neck to look at him. “How do you know who’s perfect for me?”
“Like I said, we shared a womb.”
I turn back around. “You don’t know me as well as you think, Ethan. We’ve…we’ve grown apart.”
“No, we haven’t.”
I spin around. “We have. And that’s fine. Just don’t claim you know what I’m going through when you don’t.” I march to the stairs. “Sorry for messing up practice. I’ll do better tomorrow.”
“Eric!” he calls as I climb up the stairs. But I ignore him and slam the door.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Phoenix
I’m surprised Katie’s up for going to the football game, but she tells me over and over again that she wants to support Ethan and the team. I still can’t believe what Eric did to my bestie. It makes no sense.
Katie isn’t dressing up this time. Nope. She put on comfy clothes, pulled her hair into a messy ponytail and is ready to go. Me, on the other hand…I may or may not have put ateensy weensyamount of effort into my wardrobe tonight. But it’s not because I’m trying to look good for anyone. Nope. I mean, Ethan and I haven’t really said much to each other the past three days, but he kept looking at me when we passed each other in the halls or at lunch.
