Very Bad Things (Briarcrest Academy #1)(66)

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—I didn’t see you at the debate meeting. I heard you quit. True?

I replied,

—Yes.

He texted,

—Why?

I typed out,

—Long story. I quit student council and yearbook too.

He wrote back,

—Interesting. Can you talk?

I looked around the busy club and wrote,

—No.

He texted,

—Are you wearing a green dress and a pair of sexy cowboy boots?

I wrote back,

—FYI, stalking is a crime in Texas.

He texted,

—It’s not stalking if you happen to be in the same place at the same time. Look behind you.

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I turned around to see him standing at the entrance of the club, his smile directed at me. Not sure what else to do, I waved him over, and we all found a booth. Drew slid in beside Sebastian, and Mila sat beside me with raised brows. Yeah, she knew all about New York.

When the guys started talking about football at BA, she took her phone out. I knew what was coming.

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She texted,

—I thought you were done with him. You gonna hit that again? I hear the girlfriend is gone for good.

I replied,

—Shut it, Mila.

She wrote,

—He’s got big hands. And feet. Wonder what else is big.

I texted,

—Your mouth.

She replied with,

—Don’t look, but he’s staring at you!

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I shook my head and ignored her, refusing to look up to see if he really was. We’d been talking a little in class each day, and I knew he’d been trying hard to make up for what had happened back in January. I’d said as much to Mila.

After a few minutes of chatting, Sebastian grabbed Mila’s hand and tugged her up out of the booth. ‘Come on, sweet thing, let’s go dance. I want you to show me how to do the two-step or that boot, scoot, boogie thing.”

They wandered off, her giggling at something he said while he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Drew gave me a lingering look. “Is it okay if I sit beside you?” he asked.

I nodded, and he slid in next to me. “So I saw you called?”

The waitress came by with a soda for him, and he took a quick sip. “Yeah, several times. I wanted to talk to you about debate, get you to sign back up. With you gone, I got no competition,” he said with a grin.

I told him that I needed a break. I told him about moving out and working at the gym. I tried to explain without giving too much away, and he seemed to get it.

After a while, he took a deep breath like he was nervous. “Nora, that’s not the only reason I called you. We started a conversation in Cal class a while back, and I want to finish it.”

“Okay,” I said, playing with my straw.

“I want to say that what happened in January was wrong. I never should have let us go that far when I wasn’t sure of my feelings for Lori. It’s just that I couldn’t resist you that weekend. It’s like we got away from BA, and you became more alive than I’d ever seen you.”

I nodded, remembering. Getting away from Mother and her reach had spurred something inside me in New York.

His fingers reached for mine. “I want you to go out with me, and I don’t mean like that night in New York. I mean like a real date where I come pick you up and take you somewhere nice. I want to get to know the real you. We’ve always known each other, but there’s more to you than just the girl I see at school.” He looked down at our joined hands. “There’s always been a spark between us. I want to see where it leads.”

He seemed sincere. But could I really forgive him for dumping me?

And then I thought about Leo.

I thought about Tiffani.

I thought about her feeding him raw fish at some swanky restaurant downtown.

Maybe second choice was all I’d ever be.

“I’d love to,” I said and he smiled.

Sebastian and Mila came back and coerced us out to the dance floor. While we danced, I saw Emma dancing with Matt. Rumor was they were back together, and I assumed they were since his hands were plastered to her ass. I remembered our dance and what had happened after.

By midnight we’d decided to go home, and Drew walked me outside. “Pick you up next weekend at Portia’s Pastries? We can talk in class about where you want to go,” he said, leaning back against the side of Sebastian’s car and pulling me to stand between his legs. Even in my heeled cowboy boots, he was taller than me, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

I nodded.

He stared down at me and cradled my face. “I want to kiss you, but I’m not sure you want me to,” he said softly, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face.

He let his fingers drift down my cheek. “I’ve been sitting next to you in Cal class for weeks, wanting to tell you I’m sorry for everything. But most of all, I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

My stomach fluttered. At least being second choice means I’m still chosen. “Then kiss me.”

He tilted my face, and ever so gently, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me the way I remembered. Soft and slow and sweet.