When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(33)

“Hey,” I force a smile at Amanda starting my walk towards the school subconsciously trying to get closer to Kennedy. Well, maybe not subconsciously. It was on purpose. See, I’m lying to myself.

“You have baseball practice tonight, but want to do something afterwards?”

We catch up with Craig who’s taking his time walking beside Kennedy who is still having a hell of a time with getting a hang of her crutches. “I was just talking to Kennedy about grabbing a pizza after practice. You guys should go with us,” Craig blurts out.

Before I could object Amanda shrieks. “Count us in.” Amanda kisses me directly on my lips, which is a first for us at school. We usually leave our escapades for after school and the weekends even though everyone knew we had been hooking up for months. Her act of PDA surprises me in the most annoying way possible. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.

That’s what I had to look forward to tonight now. Kennedy didn’t look too thrilled about the idea either by the way she rolled her eyes when Amanda agreed to make it a double date. Wait, was it a double date? That would imply that Kennedy and Craig were…I let the thought fade out of my head before I thought too much into it. Jealousy wasn’t a trait I wanted to bare, but when it came to Kennedy I didn’t think I had much of a choice in the matter. It was becoming inevitable.

My first few classes and lunch flew by. Luckily, Kennedy opted not to sit at our table with Craig. In fact I didn’t even see her in the cafeteria which I am relieved about. She and I still haven’t talked about what happened on Saturday and not knowing what to say to her made it all that more complicated.

Government is starting to be my favorite class. Not only do I actually enjoy what we are learning because I actually am paying attention, but I get to see Kennedy. She hadn’t talked to me all last week. I was fine with that. She didn’t believe that I was capable of being a friend. I started to sit next to her again. There was a sick happiness that crept in when she glared over at me in the seat next to her.

“Are you going to sit next to me until I say something to you?” Kennedy looks straight ahead pretending to be interested in what Mr. Stevenson has written on the board before class had even started.

“It worked, didn’t it?” I joke and almost see a hint of a smile on her face. She’s fighting against herself to stop it from crossing her face.

“I’m not talking to you, Graham. I’m talking at you. There’s a rather big difference.”

“I’ll take what I can get with you.”

“And why’s that?”

“I already told you. I’d like us to be friends,” I explain. She isn’t buying my shit. Neither am I deep down. I’ve never seen someone’s eyes roll that far. God, she’s truly adorable when she’s mad.

Kennedy turns her entire body to look at me. She’s staring as if she looks long enough what she saw would suddenly change. She lets out a sigh. “I’m calling bullshit, Graham. You don’t want to be my friend.” This irritates me. Kennedy doesn’t know anything about me. Even if she is right, Kennedy is making an assumption about something she doesn’t know anything about. What’s with the cursing too? Maybe it was me that brought it out of her. I’d like to think that I have that much of an affect over her.

“Tell me what I want since you know me so damn well then. Please Kennedy…I’m dying to hear this.” I turn my body to face the front of the classroom and we leave it at that.

What did she mean I didn’t want to be her friend? I’ll admit it, I wasn’t exactly banging down her door to be her friend before the accident and I suppose that night forced me to extend my hand to her. That wasn’t the only reason why. To her it must have all seemed like a pity friendship. That would explain a whole hell of a lot at this point.





Chapter Nineteen



-Kennedy-



Talking with Graham in class is brutal. Our encounter isn’t going to spoil my night. I decide to give Craig a chance. He seems nice enough. I stupidly agree to let Amanda pick me up before dinner since Graham and Craig will need to shower after practice. Craig doesn’t give me much an option anyways. He mentions it in passing to Amanda when I’m standing with him at his locker after school.

Being alone with Amanda isn’t on the top of my to-do list. She has extended the olive branch so what am I supposed to do? If Craig’s going to insist on us hanging out then I guess I will have to make the best of it which means getting along with his friends. It’s not that we are enemies or anything, we just aren’t friends.

“So, you and Craig?” Amanda dives right in as I climb in her car. She’s obviously digging for some sort of dirt. I have no intentions of giving it to her. There’s not much to tell anyways.

“Nothing really to tell,” I throw a forced smile on my face for good measure. Without seeing it, even I can tell I’m uncomfortable.

“Oh come on. Everyone saw you go up to his room on Saturday, so there’s no point in lying about it.” Her voice is snarky and sounds irritated with my short answers. I don’t appreciate what she’s insinuating. I know that I shouldn’t have drank that night.

“Not lying. Nothing happened. I just slept up in his room. Harmless,” I explain in my own defense.