Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(36)

"So what's he like? How did he treat you," Jenna wants to know.

I think about this for a minute before answering, debating about how much to tell them, biting my lower lip in concentration. "He was great, really great. Not at all like the image he puts out there. You know how he just always seems like he wants to be left alone? Well, he mostly does, but it's because he wants to get a hockey scholarship, not because he's an ass."

"Uh, Weston is in my gym class and I'm going to have to disagree. That guy is an ass." Maddie says, pausing for effect. "A hot piece of ass!" She keels over laughing at her own joke, tipping the chair back and hitting Tasha in the leg.

"Get off me you freak!" Tasha squeals slapping Maddie on the arm and rolling her eyes. "Oh my god, you're so annoying."

"Well anyways," I continue through their bickering, totally warming up to my topic. "We talked a lot. He has a sister who he's real protective of, and one that died when she was young. Her name was his first tattoo." Everyone has gotten quiet as they listen to me recounting details. "So we went to the aquarium, and sat for a long time in from of the Jelly fish. It was real dark and peaceful. I mean, we didn't kiss or anything, but our legs were touching and it was still...electric, you know?"

"So then what?" Tasha whispers, probably because she doesn't want to spook me and have me clam up.

"So...then we left and he took me for ice cream. We stopped in River Hills, at that old 50's diner? Maddie, didn't you go there with Marshall once?" She nods. "Anyways we sat at a corner table even though there really weren't any other people there, and he orders this huge sundae. Like, extra everything, and I thought there was no way he could finish it."

"But he does."

I lay there looking at the ceiling and for once my friends are quiet.

Waiting.

"Yeah, he does. I mean, the guy is huge. Of course he's gonna finish it..." My voice trails off.

"Uh, just how huge is he, Molly?" Jenna cackles at her own perverted question.

I roll my eyes and say, "I wouldn't know."

"Well that's disappointing..."

"Okay, so what I really want to know is...do you think he'll ask you to Fall Formal? I mean, it's like next month." Jenna says, leaning over me again. You know what, until this very moment I hadn't considered Fall Formal - haven't thought about the dance and if he would invite me... Because if he likes me, wouldn't he maybe want to go? I can't help it, I'm a girl. We think about these things. Even though I know it's not his thing and he's never gone to a dance before (nor can I picture him at one, to be honest). In any case, a small seed of doubt plants and sprouts itself in my mind, wishing that Jenna hadn't brought it up, mostly.

On the other hand... I feel like I'm kind of past all of this and just want to move on: go to college and be done with the whole high school scene.

"So what happened when he brought you home?" Maddie wants to know, changing the subject.

"Well, you know...." I can't stop the blush creeping up my neck.

"Was it any good? Did he stick his tongue down your throat?"

"Ugh, yeah, it was so good my toes were actually curling in my shoes - but then freaking Matthew came barging outside and ruined the whole moment."

"What?!" there is a collective burst of outrage from my friends and Jenna huffs, "You have got to be kidding me! Ugh, why is he such a jerkoff?"

"Is he here?" Tasha wants to know, rising from the bed. She's always had a major crush on him; In fact, when we were younger she would only want to come over if Matthew was home. If he wasn't, she wouldn't even want to bother coming over and I would go to her house. How messed up is that? "Do you think he's in his room?"

"No stalker, sit down and get a grip. He has a game today - he probably left before the sun came up. His sole reason for coming home was to torture me and my date. It was so awful. I wanted to punch him between the eyes. Seriously, he came out on to the porch and started calling Weston all these names and embarrassing the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry Molly, but Matthew is so damn hot..." Tasha pouts, flopping back down onto the bed.

"Yup, can't argue with that one." Maddie agrees.

"Actually, I can argue with that," I say with a snort. "I'll be lucky if Weston calls me. Matthew acted like he was committing a federal crime by putting his hands on me. I mean, he grabbed him by the shirt collar for god's sake, and the worst part is my parents were inside the whole time and did nothing to stop him."

"Wait, wait - hold up. Go back to the part about the shirt collar... Weston wore a dress shirt? I think I'm going to pass out. Yup, I'm passing out," Jenna says, fanning herself with her hands then rolling on the bed until she's on top of me. We're all laughing hysterically. "Oh girl, he must really like you."

"Yup," I say, rolling my eyes and giggling. "Nothing says love like a polo shirt."





Chapter Seventeen

WESTON

"I kind of just want someone who's going to like me for the total * that I already am. It's less work." - heard in the locker room.



If you would have told me a week ago I would be sitting in study hall anxiously watching the doorway for a girl to walk through it, I would have laughed my ass off and probably told you to shut the f*ck up. But the jokes on me because here I sit, covertly in the far corner, brim of my ball cap almost covering my eyes and willing Molly to walk through the door of the library.