Broken and Screwed (BS #1)(61)

Angie muttered as we went downstairs, “I can’t believe you’re not staying. You always have dinner with us these nights.”

“I know.” I hopped off the bottom step and grabbed my purse by the doorway. I poked my head in the kitchen. “I’m off, Karen. I’ll see you next week!”

“What? You’re not staying?”

Angie’s mom was tall and willowy like her daughter. She had the same blonde hair, almost white, that ended in the middle of her back. While Angie’s eyes were a smoky blue color, her mother’s was a bright sea blue. She was golden tan and the wrinkles around her eyes were the only indication of her older age. Then she gave me a radiant and loving smile.

“I already told you, Mom. She’s got a date. She stopped by to say hello because she feels guilty if she doesn’t come over now.”

“Oh, come now.” Angie’s mom waved at me and winked. “I’ll package some food up and you can take it with you on your date. I’m sure whoever he is will be hungry too.”

“They’re going out for food, Mom.”

“Oh, well—” But her words were cut off short as Angie’s little brothers and little sister raced into the kitchen at the same time. Soon chaos ensued. Plates were dropped on the floor, spoons were flung across the room, and someone started crying. Angie collapsed on one of the chairs and lifted pleading eyes to me. “Can I come with?”

I gave her a farewell wave and left before Karen had time to bag up any food for me. I still had the leftovers from last week in the refrigerator. But when I got to my car, Angie yelled at me from the door. She had a bag in hand and was rolling her eyes as she hurried towards me. “My mom made me do this. Sorry. Have fun on your date. Ask him to prom.” Then she turned and darted back inside.

I groaned. It wasn’t that easy. A person didn’t open their mouth and ask someone to prom, even if you had been spending every day together for a week. A week. That wasn’t very long. Not at all. Oh, who was I kidding? I was terrified when it came to my love life. No, I was petrified. That was more accurate, but when Eric picked me up, there was a whole host of butterflies in my stomach and I didn’t think that was a bad thing.

“Hey.” He smiled warmly at me.

“Was I supposed to dress up?” His crisp buttoned-down blue shirt was tucked inside black jeans that looked more like dress pants. Glancing at my shirt and jeans, I felt dowdy.

“No, no. I had a thing today. I came straight from that, but you’re good. You look gorgeous, like always.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and urged me towards his truck. “You ready?”

“I am, if I’m dressed okay?”

“You are, I promise.”

“Okay.” I smoothed out the front of my shirt and my pants as we went to his truck. After we climbed in and he pulled out of the driveway, I asked, “What thing did you have today?”

“Huh? Oh.” He frowned. “Um, just nothing really.”

“What was it?”

He shrugged and reached for the radio. When a popular song came over the speakers, loud enough to drown out conversation, the same old dread started in my gut again. It had doubled and tripled by the time we got to the taco place, and when we pulled into the parking lot, I felt ready to burst.

“Okay, we’re here. Sammy’s Tacos. You’ve really never heard of this place?”

He sounded so carefree and nice. The stone in my gut told me otherwise, and I sat there without a word. My chest started to heave up and down and I already knew my heart was pounding like crazy. But I sat there with my arms folded into my lap and my hands twisted around each other. What was I supposed to do? But then it didn’t matter. We weren’t dating. We were hanging out. He had said that he wanted us to be friends again, but this Eric felt different from the one before. He had more confidence at his party and now he didn’t seem so genuine anymore. I remembered the nice Eric, the one that would never lie to me or turn the radio on so I wouldn’t talk.

“Alex?”

I shook my head.

“What? No, what?”

I couldn’t believe I asked myself this, but what would Angie do? What would Jesse do? I knew both of them wouldn’t stand for what he had done, at how he had dismissed me. So I swallowed hard and looked up. This was going to be hard, maybe harder than I would ever realize.

“Alex.” His eyes were now flat and impatient.

“Screw it.”

“Excuse me?”

I had said that softly, but I said it louder this time. “Screw it.”

“Screw what?”

“You.”

“Me?” His eyes widened. “What did I do?”

“You hushed me.”

“I hushed you?”

“Yes, with the radio.” I turned to squarely face him and tucked my hand under my legs. My heart was still pounding, but my voice had gotten stronger. I could do this. I could express to him what I was feeling.

“What?” He frowned and scratched his head. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I asked you a question. You didn’t want to answer it so you turned the radio on after I asked you again. You did that so I wouldn’t ask you again. You hushed me.”