Page 35 of Freshmeet
Jamie knows her?
Sarah turned toward him, and her face broke into the most breathtaking smile.
At my brother.
Fuck.
“Jamie!”
In a matter of seconds, Jamie slung an arm over her shoulder and was whispering in her ear.
I still hadn’t moved. Of all the things I envied about Jamie and the life he led, his hanging off Sarah like he had every right to had just made the top of the list.
She’d let me touch her, kiss her, but the next day she’d totally iced me out.
The rain beat down on my shoulders as I got out of the car. I was getting drenched, but my legs wouldn’t move any faster.
“Connor! Come on!” Jamie yelled, gesturing with the arm not holding Sarah to his side. At the sound of my name, she glanced over her shoulder and then back at Jamie, a frown marring her beautiful smile. The closer I got, the more confused she looked until suddenly, her face relaxed as if she understood something.
Once I was under the awning, Jamie introduced us. “Sarah, this is my brother Connor. Connor, this is my beautiful, perfect tutor, Sarah.” The way Jamie beamed at her tugged at my chest.
He likes her. Of course he does. Who wouldn’t? Does she like him? They are certainly cozy.
“We’ve met actually,” Sarah said, taking a step away from Jamie, making his arm fall.
The pressure on my chest lessened, which was ridiculous, but I was thankful.
“Good to see you, Connor. How’s it going?” The bright smile was back, only this time her gaze was more cautious.
But at least she was talking to me. And looking at me. The entire time we worked together, I felt like a creep staring at her, trying to catch her eye, but I needed her attention on me.
“All right. How about you?”
She nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but a loud voice from behind us interrupted. “Sarah!”
Meg sprinted from a Jeep on the other side of the parking lot.
“Why are you guys waiting out here?” She gave Sarah a little shove, eyeing me suspiciously. Her slight frame and dark brown hair were the complete opposite of Sarah’s look.
When she turned, she stood between Sarah and me.
How many people can fit between me and the girl I’m a bit obsessed with?
“Hey, Con. How’s it going?”
I shrugged, my gaze still fixed on Sarah, who watched us out of the corner of her eye while she chatted with Jamie. “Okay. I’d be a lot better if we weren’t standing in the rain.”
I gestured to the door, and he threw his arm back around Sarah and ushered her inside.
So nice for them. So nice.
I held the door, and Meg followed. To anyone walking in, we looked like we were on a double date. Or maybe I was beinga weirdo and having a hard time confronting the girl who had rejected me.
The waitress told us to sit anywhere and went back into the kitchen.
“Well, it would be awkward if we didn’t eat together, so . . .” Jamie led us to a booth with cracked vinyl seats, letting Sarah slide in first before he sat next to her.
Lucky Bastard.
