He pulls out his phone. “Can I take your number? I’d love to take you out sometime. Unless?” he looks between me and Dylan and I get what he is asking, and I chuckle in response.
“Oh no,” I scoff, with a wave of my hand, “Dylan and I are still just friends, and yeah, I’d love to catch up.” I read him out my number and he puts it into his phone.
“I’ll call you in the week to make arrangements.” He grins as he slides his phone back into his pocket. “I always told your brother you’d grow up to be gorgeous.”
Blushing, I give him a shy smile and wave as he walks away.
“Well, that was a blast from the past.” Kyle had been my brother’s best friend throughout high school. Wherever my brother went, Kyle was always not far behind. It is strange seeing him, I half expected my brother to pop up beside him. I look over at Dylan, who has remained quiet, and he looks pissed off.
“Hey, you okay?”
He clears his throat, folding his arms across his chest. “Me, yeah I’m great. Looks like you got yourself a date.”
I shrug. "I wouldn't call it a date, more like a catch-up."
Dylan laughs. "It's a date, Ella. He was drooling all over you." His tone is clipped and measured.
What is with his attitude? “What’s got you so moody? You have a problem with Kyle?”
He sniggers and looks away from me. “Why would I have a problem? Look let’s just finish our food before it goes cold.”
Frowning at him as he refuses to meet my eyes, I pick up my pizza and eat. Jesus, he has gone from playful and happy to full-on moody bastard in a few minutes. Clearly, he has a problem with Kyle. Maybe they have dated the same girl or something, but there is no need to take it out on me.
He pays up and we leave the restaurant in stony silence. He pulls up at my house and kills the engine, his fists keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel.
“Thank you for tonight. It was really great.”
Hi, response is to nod and continue to look out the car windscreen at the street.
“Okay, dick face. What is your problem?” I demand, folding my arms and turning side on to face him.
He shakes his head and laughs dryly. “There’s no problem, Ella. Like you said we had a nice night.” He starts the engine again. “Can you manage with your crutches? I really need to get home and get an early night. We got a game tomorrow.”
I continue to stare at him, but realising I am going to get nowhere with him. I sigh and I undo my belt. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
His answer is to shrug his shoulders and murmur a maybe. No sooner am I out of the car when he takes off and parks his car on the drive four doors down. I watch him as he climbs out and slams the door. He runs a hand through his hair and he kicks at his tyre before storming inside his house.
Feeling confused and annoyed, I hobble to the door and balance on my crutches as I fish my key out and open the front door. That turned out to be one weird night.