Page 110 of Withered

Just thinking about what we did makes my cheeks burn.

“Are you blushing?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“No. Why would I?”Did I say that too fast?

“Okay, tell me what you did. Are you blushing because you’re embarrassed?”Damn her.

I lean over the table, pointing at her to do the same. “Just something physical.”

“What the hell!” Kristy shouts, leaping to her feet and splattering her juice all over me.

I cover my face with my hands.The day just got better.

“Sit down, please. You’re embarrassing me even more.” I tell her.

She apologizes. “You didn’t, did you?”

I shake my head as she takes her seat. I try to clean my top, but the tissues stick to it, making it worse.

“Now you know. That’s why I feel like I got played when he said, there’s nothing,” I tell her.

She stands up and picks up her tray.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To find that asshole and kick him in his shin. Better, I’ll chop off his dick, make sushi, and feed him that.” She tries to make a joke about the situation.

I roll my eyes. “Sit down. I’m sure Tyler will handle him.”

She flops down. “I’m so sorry, Rosie. Let’s have a girls’ night. Cry all you want. We’ll have ice cream tubs and watch Barbie all night.”

“I’m okay. Just hurt,” I tell her.

“But why him, Rose?” She asks, then adds, “You can have anyone. I could set you up with some decent guys. Why that asshole?”

“What do you mean?” I look at her confused.

“I thought you were always looking for some guy with good grades, decent manners, and all smiles and rainbows,” she states.

I think about her question. She’s right in a way. I’ve always thought that would be my ideal type. I never imagined I’d choose someone with smirks instead of smiles, a jerk instead of a great guy, and a boy who got on my nerves to the point of being both annoying and enjoyable.

“Because he is who he is. His smirks, mysterious aura, cockiness, or anything about him attracts me like no other. Even when people tell me he’s dangerous and I should stay away, it makes me want to be near him,” I answer her. “No other boy held my interest. I like him.”

There, I said it out loud. I know I like him, but saying it out loud makes me feel better.

“I know that you like him,” Kristy smirks.

“You knew?” I’m stunned.

“Oh. And you know what else I know?” She asks.

“What?”

“That asshole likes you too.” She flips her hair, and I roll my eyes at her.

I won’t believe it until he says the words, which will be never. The sad part is that I don’t want to expect anything right now. Expectations only hurt.

I stand up with my tray, and she does as well. My top is still soaked in juice, and I have nothing to wear. I go to the bathroom as Kristy talks on the phone. The orange juice has stained my top, making it look ugly.

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