Page 38 of Nodus Tollens
“Uh, you’re the queen of trying to scare me. Remember when you made me spill my drink all over my bed a couple weeks ago.” I deadpanned, still feeling the remnants of annoyance from that day. I wouldn’t have been so mad if I had been drinking water that day, but of course, I wasn’t. That day, I chose to drink a grape soda. Just imagine that spill all over a white comforter. Talk about a major stain. To this day, I still have a faint purple glob in the center of my blanket that would never go away, but no, I’m not throwing it away. I’ve had it since I was thirteen and have no desire to ever part with it. Not when it became a remedy for my worst days.
“Oh my gosh, you can’t be serious! I already told you I was just trying to get your attention. It’s not my fault you’re as skittish as a cat!” Her voice turned into more of a high-pitched screech as she brought the upper half of her body back onto the bed.
My eyes narrowed in her direction as a full forced scowl burned a hole through the side of her face.
“Who tries to get someone’s attention by walking quietly into a room and shouting their name? Especially when that someone had a full can of grape soda in their hand?”
Kate tilted her neck to the side while mimicking the grimace on my face.
“I didn’t even notice the soda in your hand!” She huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Quit trying to make me feel bad. You’re the one who just scared the shit out of me…” She pouted. “Like, literally almost scared the actual shit out of me.” Leaning to the side, she rubbed slow circles on her left ass cheek with a frown.
My face scrunched.
“You know, you’re kind of gross for a girl.”
Giving me a wide smile, she uncrossed her arms and flicked the hat off my head.
“I’m not gross. I just say what I’m thinking.”
Rolling my eyes, I lowered my chin until it was now resting it on the top of my hand. I stared at her for a couple seconds, then out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the jersey I spotted earlier lying beside her.
“One wasn’t enough?” I nod, motioning toward the fabric next to her. I was slightly surprised she didn’t have more Vipers jerseys, but I had a feeling she’d only wear one name anyway.
Confused, her eyebrows came together, but then as she realized what I was pointing to, her mouth tilted.
“Oh, that’s not mine.” She chuckled.
“Well, whose is it?”
Instead of responding, she just watched me with a knowing look. Her smile widened as it finally began to hit me.
Frowning, I slowly started to sit up.
“Kate, why would you get me a jersey?”
“Now, why would you think it was me?” Her sculpted right brow lifted.
Oh. My. God.
My throat tightened as I tried to swallow the massive lump.
“So, it wasn’t you then?” I asked carefully, having only two people in mind who would get me a jersey, and by the way she was grinning from ear to ear, I knew it couldn’t have been her.
“I’d say you have a pretty persistent admirer, Wrenley Baker.” She teased while picking up the jersey, along with a note, and tossed it into my lap. My heart skipped a beat as soon as I peered at the blue sticky note that was stuck to the front of it.
“Apparently, he can’t take a hint, either.” I grumbled, even though my whole body was currently buzzing with excitement.
“Oh my god, what have you been saying to him?” She shouted with a slightly horrified tone to her.
Annoyed, I lifted my gaze and connected with her appalled expression.
“I haven’t been saying anything to him!”
Lies. Sort of. Technically, I haven’t if you didn’t consider writing through a journal talking. Her palm smacked the dead center of her forehead with a groan.
“Wren.” She deadpanned. “After our long conversation about you finally living life and trying new things, you’re still going to deny yourself of love?”
Taken aback, I find myself struggling to form a response.
