Page 5 of The Confidant
This time would hurt a little more.
Seeing him dancing with someone else. Laughing with someone else. Being his sweet, gentlemanly self with someone else.
But it wouldn’t be fair to expect him to remain single forever just becauseIwasn’t allowed to be anything more than friends with him.
“When do you think you’ll ask him?” I asked, knowing I’d need to prepare myself.
“I hadn’t really gotten that far in my planning, actually,” Addison said with a light laugh. “I mean, I wasn’t sure where you two stood since you’re always together, and I heard you dated last year. I was halfway expecting you to warn me not to go within ten feet of him.”
Yeah…I kind of wanted to do that still…
“But since you’re going with someone else,” she said, “I guess I’ll probably ask him after class.”
And I would make sure to not be around to watch when it happened, so he wouldn’t have to feel bad saying yes to someone else.
Would he prefer her blonde hair and blue eyes to my auburn hair and brown eyes? Her short, petite frame to my tall, athletic one?
Would that be his new type?
He’d never asked a girl out besides me, so I’d never had a chance to see what other types of girls he would gravitate to. And the girls who were interested in him before had never all looked the same.
Addison was gorgeous though, so he’d probably think she was attractive.
Why did everyone at this school have to be so beautiful?
“Well, I better go check on some other things,” I said, needing to move. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay,” she said. “Thanks for your help.”
“No problem.”
Before she could say anything else, I went to my computer to see ifThe Confidanthad any advice on how to watch your best friend date other people without turning into a jealous maniac.
2
HUNTER
“Hey,Hunter. Can I talk to you for a second?” a female voice asked from behind me after the final bell rang.
I turned around from where I was zipping up my backpack in the journalism room to find Addison Michaels standing behind me.
“Um, sure.” I glanced at the clock on the wall, hoping she’d be quick. Basketball practice started in fifteen minutes, and I had to grab my gym clothes from my dorm room first since I’d forgotten to return them to my gym locker after washing them this weekend.
“Okay, awesome.” She shifted the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. “I-I guess I’ll just get right to it. So, I was wondering if you were going to be around on February twelfth.”
“I think so…” I said, trying to calculate the dates in my head. Today was January thirtieth, so that date would be in about two weeks from now, right? “Unless there’s an away game that day, I should be here.”
“The twelfth is a Saturday,” she said.
“Oh, then yeah, I should be around.” I finished shoving my notebook into my backpack and pulled the zipper closed. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” She bit her lip, a blush forming on her lightly freckled cheeks. “I was wondering if you…if you didn’t already have a date to the Valentine's dance…if you’d go with me?”
She was asking me to the dance?
I cleared my throat, and out of instinct, I glanced behind Addison to Scarlett’s table to see if she was listening to this. But instead of typing up a storm on her laptop with a pencil between her lips like she always did right up until the final bell rang, her seat was empty.
Was she talking to Mrs. Donlan? We always walked to the gym together since we both had basketball practice after class, so she couldn’t be far.
