Page 70 of Breaking the Rules
When we could be something.
Emma: Your what?
Hunter: Date.
Emma: With who?
Hunter: A woman I know.
Emma: From where?
"Hey Emma!" My classmate Collin calls my name.
I force myself to look up.
This is nothing. It doesn't matter that Hunter is going on a date.
I don't care.
I'm not jealous.
It…
I…
Fuck.
"Hey. Those are nice jeans." I force a smile. Collin does look good—with the fitted jeans and the messy blond hair, he's pure surfer boy—but it only appeals in an abstract way.
Compared to Hunter, he's so…
Not Hunter.
"I'm gonna order something." He motions to the counter. "What's good here?"
"You suggested this place."
He nodsoh yeah. Motions to my drink. "What's that?"
"Americano."
"Is it good?"
I take a long sip. Let out a sigh of bliss. "Is it that obvious?"
His laugh is nervous.
Because he likes me?
Or because my moaning is too much?
Hard to say.
He nodsright onin that California surfer boy way then steps into line and turns to the menu.
He likes me.
I should follow in Hunter's footsteps.
