Page 110 of The Wildest One
You do realize it though, don’t you?
Me
He’s made it clear how much he wants me, which I honestly still can’t believe. But I think I’ve made it clear that it can’t happen.
I don’t know, Ginger. This is so hard …
Ginger
It has to be so tough to be on the road with him, seeing him so much in addition to thinking about him. It’s like you don’t get a break.
Me
I’m angry. Just as angry as him and for all the same reasons.
And we’re only at our first stop, and our rooms are directly next to each other. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that happened.
But is the world trying to punish me?
Seriously, Ginger, did I piss someone off? Did I fuck up somehow?
Ginger
Do you want my honest answer?
Me
Please.
Ginger
The man you’ve been thinking about since our sophomore year in college is madly and wildly obsessed with you. BE WITH HIM. We’ll figure out the consequences later.
I heard the sound of a door opening, and I sat up in bed to check my own. It was dead-bolted, so of course it couldn’t be mine. And because I was in the last room in the hallway, that meant there was only one other it could be.
Beck’s.
I got out of bed and moved to the wall, putting my ear against it, trying to listen to what he was doing on the other side. There was running water and the clearing of this throat and?—
What the hell am I doing?
I crawled back into bed.
Me
I’m not even going to tell you what I just did. You’re going to think I’m bananas—because I am.
Ginger
Tell meeeee.
Me
I heard Beck return to his room, and I put my ear to the wall to listen. Like it matters what he’s doing. What is wrong with me? When did I become this person?
Ginger
I don’t blame you for doing that. You’re making sure he’s not with another girl. And if he is, you go over there with a flamethrower and set that room on fucking fire.
