“Well, first of all…he called himself Big Joey.”
Yeah…that was a little gross.
“And I hated that his name sounded similar to mine,” Zoey said. “Shit like that gets confusing. And second of all…he didn’t help.”
“Help what?”
“You. You’re still obsessed with Coach Walsh.”
Okay, so it was about Callum. “I am not.”
“So you don’t still search for him on Google?”
“I mean…I do it occasionally…”
“Do you still dream about him? Because you used to moan his name all the time in your sleep.”
“I didn’t realize I was doing that.” Why hadn’t she told me? “And I can’t control my dreams, Zoey.”
“And you haven’t driven back to campus to that creepy old mansion?”
“That happened one time. Five years ago. And I just wanted to see if any of those portraits were still there.” They hadn’t been. I’d broken in and the house was completely empty.
“You almost got arrested.”
“Almost is the key word there.”
She put her hands on her hips. “You need to forget about him. It was a one night stand.”
“I don’t do one night stands.”
“You did. That one time. That’s all it was.”
I shook my head. It was so much more than that. It had been…all consuming. No one ever looked at me the way Callum had, before or since. I compared every date to him. Every relationship. Even every kiss. Which wasn’t fair, because I’d never actually kissed Callum. But I’d felt his lips on my neck. God, I dreamed of that the most. I’d had a hickey for weeks.
Zoey waved her hand in front of my face. “Stop it. You’re doing that thing where you zone out and think of him.”
She knew me too well. “I’m over him,” I said.
She raised her eyebrows at me.
“I am.”
“Then go on this date with Bennett.”
I shook my head. “I’m only here for two weeks. I’m spending all my time with you. Not some weirdo.”
“He’s cute.”
“Remember when you hooked up with that guitar player?” I asked.
“Guitar player #1 or #2?”
“Two.”
She smiled. “Oh, yes. I remember.”
“See.” I pointed to her happy face. “You liked him a lot. Just thinking about him still makes you smile. That’s all it was with me and Callum too.”