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“Can I please use my money this one time for you? I’ll keep your party at my parents’ house so that won’t cost us extra, but like, I kind of want torub it in his face that you’re just fine without him!” She batted her long, straight lashes at me.
“How are you going to do that?” I asked.
“I’m going to make him jealous. Now, leave everything to me!” She clapped her hands and shoved my feet off her lap. “Oh, and after vacuuming, do you mind refilling my allergy prescription, please?” Leaving no room for any protesting, she took off down the hallway and into her bedroom.
I chuckled, not entirely upset that in this one instance, she was going to help put on the best birthday blast to rub things in Danny’s face. Though I had no idea how she was going to do that, I didn’t care. This was Sydney we were talking about. Whatever I could come up with wouldn’t be right to her anyway.
The weekend came way too quickly, and Sydney was off, not to a concert, but to a party with a couple of our girlfriends. I was home for the evening, once again working on work now that I had finished laundry. This did need to be done because I was behind, and the semester was coming to an end.
My pen worked furiously at the table as I tried to plan my schedule for the next week as well as get some grading done. My parents would be here soon, and my birthday with Danny was inching closer and closer.
And my stomach rolled with confusion—Asher hadn’t contacted me since opening that fateful Picsnap. While I felt a twinge of relief, there was a part of me that was disappointed. I thought he’d at least try a little harderto stay in contact with how persistent he’d been the day after. But then again, maybe that had been all out of mere curiosity.
My phone vibrated, and I glanced at it; Sydney was calling. Clicking the answer button, I put it on speaker phone and nearly fell out of my seat from her scream.
“Whoa, calm down, Syd. What’s going on?” I asked.
“Did you see? Please tell me you’ve seen it? I know you listen to Void’s music now,” she gasped in a hurry. I could hear the rest of our friends giggling in the background.
“Seen what?” I furrowed my brows, pausing my work.
“The Dark Banshee’s Vizgram story!” she squealed.
“No? You know I don’t use social media.” I heard her tapping the screen on her phone.
“Good thing I took screenshots!” She giggled, and then a couple message notifications popped up on my phone.
Tapping the icons, I stared at them in shock. “What is this?” I whispered.
“He reposted some of Tera’s pictures!” She squealed again. He did repost them, the ones where he was staring at me. You could barely see me as the camera was focused on him, but I knew. And the captions on them made my heart sink into my stomach.
Can’t get it out of my head.
Scrolling to the next one, I pulled my lip between my teeth. It was another picture, an absolutely incredible shot of him with those intense, hungry eyes. Narrowed in on me as he gripped the mic tightly. I wantedthose hands back on my body. Damn, I’d gone almost a week without feeling that desire that was now crashing through my body.
His caption on this one was definitely to throw suspicion away from his previous story.
An incredible concert last weekend! Thanks for having us, we will be back soon!
I also shouldn’t be reading into his posts. Even if I knew who he was truly staring at and what had happened afterwards, it had been a great concert, and there was nothing wrong with them wanting to come back.
“Would you look at that!” I excitedly said, though I wasn’t smiling.
“Right? They were amazing pictures of him! I just can’t believe he reposted them! Anyway, we will see you later. You’re still coming to pick us up, right?” Sydney answered with a sigh.
“Your DD is waiting.” I giggled as the line went dead.
The moment the call ended, I slumped forward, bumping my head against the tan kitchen table. What a fool I’d been. I should’ve stuck to my guns when I told him the first time that I wasn’t that type of girl. Now, every time a student at school mentioned Void, all I could think of was him.
Was his taste.
Every time Sydney or any of my friends mentioned the concert, all I could think of was him.
Was his touch.
His voice. His desperation during our time together.
“Cosi, snap out of it,” I grumbled as my phone vibrated again. Without looking up, I rammed my finger against the answer button.
