Page 18 of Game Changer
“This is weird,” I say. “Normally, I’m the bad influence, not you.”
“Is that a no?”
Mierda, he looks good as hell right now. He makes sweatpants and a hoodie look like a thirst trap. And with him holding a blunt in his hand? He looks like a boy up to no good, even though he’s the furthest thing from a rebel.
“I need to take these out first.” I tug at the curlers, my heart faltering for a beat when his lips twitch, threatening a smile.
“Okay,” he replies. “I’ll wait.”
It’s been so long since he’s looked at me like I’m not the person who shattered his heart. His smile gives me hope that I might have a second chance at rekindling what we had.
Well, the friendship.
Not the other stuff.
Because unfortunately, no matter how much I may want him to be, Ethan becoming anything more than a friend isn’t written in the stars for us.
Nine
Ethan
EthanSave me. My roommate is fucking someone, and he thinks I’m asleep
CameronNice. Ask to join
EthanI hate you
CameronWhat? You’re single, right? Why not get the real college experience?
EthanAgain, I hate you
CameronWhat’s the expression? Two’s a crowd, and three’s a party?
EthanEnding this conversation. Forget I texted
CameronIs that a no???
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It’s pointless trying to convince myself that staying away from Maya is for the best when she’s always been the center of my universe. Even when I tried my hardest not to think about her, it never worked, and seeing her all worked up over the thought of me sleeping with someone else? I’ve got no chance in hell.
I don’t know the reason why she ran away from us, but she said it had nothing to do with me, and where I doubted that before, now I don’t. Jealousy was written across every single one of her delicate features, which means the connection between us is still there. So why did she end things? Or is she just the type of person to be possessive about someone she’s had sex with?
She returns to me with curls that remind me of a ’90s bombshell, and damn, is she a sight for sore eyes. Everything about Maya is perfect, but my favorite feature? Her smile. All straight and pearly white, it could make the heavens shake, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Not even for a second.
“I’m still wearing my slippers,” she says, as if I care what her choice of shoes is. “They’re comfortable, and I don’t want to change into wedges if we’re just going to your car.”
I glance down at the furry pink monstrosities bedazzled in tiny silver jewels. “They’re cute.”
“Really?”
“I mean, by themselves, they’re the most awful things I’ve ever seen, but I think you could wear a trash bag and still look cute.” It’s the first time I’ve openly hit on her since we hooked up, and I’m more than pleased to witness her cheeks turning a bright pink.
When we’re inside my car, I pull the lighter from my sweatshirt pocket and light the blunt, seeing her eyes flick down to my lips when I take a long pull from it. We’re in a secluded part of the parking lot, and since it’s pitch black outside, the way she’s staring at my lips seems a lot more intimate than it probably should. It forces me to lean over and turn on the radio to ease the tension.
“Here.” I hold it out to her, but she shakes her head. “You don’t want to smoke?”
“I do, I’ve just never done it.”
