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I laughed. “No need,” I told her. “I’m pissed at the idea, but…I don’t know, Molly Doll. I’m finding that I don’t feel as heartbroken at the possibility as I should be, considering.” I had a million reasons to be angry at Vanessa for cheating-if she was-but I was finding it hard to conjure up some feelings of heartache over it. That early realization made me wonder if this was Fate’s way of telling me heading to separate colleges was the right idea when it came to Vanessa.
Molly shook her head, disgusted. “I don’t get it,” she said. “Why not just break up with you? Why cheat?” She leaned her elbows on the counter and threw one finger up. “In fact, right now would be the perfect time to break up with you. High school senior relationships all over the world are breaking up right now with so many people going off to college. You and Vanessa going to separate colleges is her perfect excuse.”
I shrugged. “I have no idea,” I told her honestly. “Maybe she just doesn’t want any drama.”
My sister raised one brow and regarded me coolly. “Because there would be?”
“Depends,” I replied. “While I’d never fight over a cheating girlfriend, I might beat the fuck out of the guy she was cheating with, if he knows about me.”
“That’s fair,” she conceded. “And he’d deserve it.”
Not wanting to talk about Vanessa anymore, I asked, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Molly grinned. “Kicking your ass in COD?”
“You’re on,” I laughed.
The rest of our lazy Saturday was spent in front of the television, phones being ignored, and pizza being delivered. And not one time, did I wonder if Vanessa was still mad at me.
Did that make me an asshole?
Probably.
Chapter 5
Rowan~
It was Monday, and we were back at it, and I felt exhausted as hell.
After my conversation with Grayson that Saturday morning, I had spent all week pretending to be fine and forcing myself to be the old me around Grayson and my parents. I had even gone to a party with the girls to prove just how fine I was.
I had been keeping up appearances for days, and it was amazing how exhausted I felt every night because of it. The temptation to unburden myself almost got the best of me a few times this past week. Having Grayson near had weakened the little sister in me, and sad to say, I was actually happy he was back at school. That way I was less tempted to spill my guts.
And I had taken Grayson’s advice and had spoken with my mom. I had given her the same spiel that I had given Grayson about being nervous about the new chapter in my life coming up. I had even endured Grayson giving me tips on being a freshman in college. And though, helpful, college freshman faux pas were the least of my concerns right now.
Rushing to sit down, Tammy banged her tray on the picnic table. Me, Carly, and Mandy had already gotten our lunches, and Tammy was playing catch up. On Mondays, we always ate whatever the school was serving from the concession stand. The rest of the week, we often rode with Carly to the nearest fast-food place, if time permitted. If not, the school food wasn’t too bad.
“Okay,” Tammy rushed out. “Now that I have all you guys here, let me tell you about Thursday night.”
“Yeah,” Mandy said. “You can’t be texting us that you have something exciting to tell us, then make us wait for days to tell us.”
“Seriously,” Carly agreed. “What kind of bullshit is that?”
Tammy rolled her eyes. “Well, afteryou-” She eyed Mandy. “-left Dina’s party with your man, and you two hookers-” She eyed me and Carly. “-left to go nurse your vagina’s or whatever, guess who came to chat it up with me?”
We all just stared at her.
Tammy’s almond-shaped eyes sparkled, and her smile was a mile long. “Diego Cruz.”
Wow.
She nodded like a goddamn bobblehead. “And holy crap, ladies, talk about smokin’ hot.”
Diego Cruz was smokin’ hot. There was no denying it, even if you hated the guy. However, by all accounts, he was a good dude, and I’d never heard of anyone hating him.
“Holy crap, Tammy,” Carly whispered in awe. “Wha…what’d he want?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “He just started talking to me, and…I talked back.”
