“What did he say exactly? What was their response? I don’t believe this.”
“Yeah, that was pretty much what Luke said, but Liam said he’d already worked it out for himself. He said he’d told you.”
“He did.”
“He said you didn’t take him seriously.”
“I didn’t.”
“Jesus, Sares, Will? He’s practically your brother.”
“I know.”
“Hot, though.”
“He is.”
My mind began to wonder . . . could I? Could Will be exactly what I needed to get over Liam?
“You know what they say, ‘The best way to get over someone is to get—’”
“This is Will we’re talking about, Sash.”
“Yeah?”
We stared at each other for a few moments.
“I’ve just never allowed myself to think of him in that way, well not since I got over my teenage crush.”
“God, I have.”
“Really?”
“Fuck yeah. Like I said, He’s hot. I’ve had a crush on him since I first started coming over to your house.”
“You were five.”
“So? A girl wants what a girl wants. I hated all them bitches that used to turn up at your nan’s looking for him and Luke.”
“Those.”
“What?”
“Those bitches, not ‘them bitches’.”
“Either way, I hated them.”
“What about Luke? I always thought you had a crush on him?”
I suddenly felt bad for my brother. He was good-looking, why didn’t she fancy him? My ultimate dream when I was younger was to have my best friend marry my brother.
“Oh, I do.”
“Do or did?”
She tilted her head to the side, leaned forward, and tucked some wayward strands of hair behind my ear.
“You’ve really no idea do you, Sarah?”