Page 6 of Just (Fake) Married
Except for today. Because Saturday night we’d kissed. Saturday night we became more than just a Calloway and a McGraw.
I lifted my hand, to shield my eyes, expecting him to slow down any minute.
I could feel the excitement, tender and glittery, stab me right in the stomach, before…
He drove right past.
Like. Right past. He didn’t even look our way.
“Asshole,” my sister muttered. “They see us walking to the same place, they know it’s freezing out. I’m going to be so happy to leave this town and those McGraw dickheads behind.”
I stood there for a second, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He hadn’t even waved. That kiss in the closet had been like a movie kiss. I didn’t have a lot to go on, but when his tongue touched mine, I’d felt nothing but sparks. Everywhere. And I mean…everywhere.
It’s because I’m with Sunshine.
He didn’t want anyone to know. Because he’s older and I’m a Calloway and it might make his dad pissed if he knew.
That’s why he didn’t stop.
That was it. That had to be it.
At school, I made up a story about stopping by Mrs. McCormick’s room for some student council stuff, but I turned left instead of right and went to Ethan’s locker.
As I walked to the upper classmen lockers, people were watching me, whispering behind their books. I lifted my head and kept walking.
Ethan had kissed me in that pantry. He was the one who pulled me into the pantry in the first place. I had nothing to be embarrassed about.
I found Ethan standing in front of his locker, looking at something on his phone. I watched him for a second, his tall, lean body that I’d literally been pressed against.
All these years staying away from the McGraws, so stupid. Maybe I should have been kissing them in closets all this time.
He shoved his phone in his pocket and when he shut his locker door, I was standing right there.
“Jesus!” he shouted.
“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“You scared the shit out of me,” he gasped, bracing his hands on his knees for a second.
I smiled, even tried to laugh, but it came out all wrong.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, and turned to face me.
“Oh my…what…what happened to your eye?” I reached for the shiner around his left eye and he dodged away.
“Like you don’t know,” he said.
Had that been from the kiss? When I hit him with my forehead? I didn’t realize I’d hit him that hard. His eye was swollen and black and blue like he’d taken a fist to the face.
He lowered his voice. “I’m sorry if I was being a dick. Was I? Tell me I wasn’t being a dick.”
“You weren’t a dick,” I said. I wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.
“Then why did you punch me?”
“Punch you?” I squeaked. “Is that what you think happened?”
“Um,” he gestured to his eye. “Yeah.”
