P.S. I Like You(60)

He smiled. “Fine. Baseball keeps me busy.”

I heard the static of a walkie-talkie and stood up quickly. “Someone’s coming,” I whispered.

Cade didn’t look like he believed me at first but then there were voices coming up the walkway, talking about checking out the disturbance. Meaning us. We were the disturbance.

I jumped up and pulled Cade to the only door on the patio. We slipped inside what I thought would be a room that would lead us away from here but turned out to be a closet filled with more chairs. We wedged ourselves inside and Cade pulled the door closed behind us, instantly engulfing us in blackness.

He must’ve shifted to the left because his foot came down on mine. I breathed air between my teeth.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Where are you?”

I was so close to him I could feel his body heat, so I wasn’t sure why he couldn’t tell where I was. I put both hands up, thinking they were going to touch his back, but realized I was touching his chest instead. “Right here.”

He placed his hands over mine on his chest. “Now I won’t step on you.”

“We could just tell them we’re guests and got lost,” I suggested.

“And had to jump a fence? I’m afraid they’ll recognize me and take away my stepdad’s golf membership. They’ll know I wasn’t lost.”

“They’ll take away his membership over something lame like that?”

“Let’s just say they’re most likely looking for an excuse. He’s not the most pleasant person on the planet.”

I nodded even though Cade couldn’t see me in the darkness. Outside the door I could hear the voices. It was hard to tell what they were saying, even at full volume, so I wasn’t worried about Cade and me whispering.

“Do you get along with him?” I asked.

“My stepdad?”

“Yes.”

“No.” And that’s all he said. I assumed that meant he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Did you miss any classes this week?” I asked.

“No, why?”

“Oh.” I was not going to let that knowledge hurt my feelings. It didn’t matter. I was happy that he hadn’t written, I reminded myself.

“Why?” he asked again.

“I didn’t see you much is all.”

“Were you looking?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“You wish.”

He laughed softly and I felt the movement of it under my hands. I closed my eyes and willed my hands to be still, not to move or explore like they were dying to.

“Sasha told me.”

That statement solved the problem of my temptation.

My breath became shallow. She told him. Why would she tell him? What was she hoping to accomplish? But of course she told him.

So that solved the mystery of why he’d stopped writing me. He had been disappointed.

“She did?” It was all I could say. My breath was gone. My face was red. I was surprised it wasn’t glowing in the darkness. I tried to drop my hands but he was still holding them against his chest. “When?”

“Tuesday after the man bracelet conversation.”

Right. That made sense. She’d seen us talking, she’d given me that nasty look, then she probably marched up and told him the truth. “Oh.” It was all I could think of to say.

“That’s why I was glad I ran into you earlier. I just wanted to clear the air.”

“You’ve cleared it. It’s nice and clear.”

“Is it? Because it still feels a bit murky to me.”

“Then we might as well just say it out loud, clearly. What exactly did Sasha tell you?”

“That you hate me.”

“Yes … Wait, what?”

“It wasn’t news to me, considering what we’d just talked about at my house, but I had hoped that we could get past it. Talk it out. Be friends.”

“No.”

“We can’t be friends.”

“No, yes, we can.” I was in shock. “I didn’t tell her that. She told me the same thing about you.”

“She did? So you don’t hate me?”

“No! I don’t hate you. I have in the past. Not anymore.” I’d said that too loud. I knew I had. It was too late to clamp my mouth shut but I did anyway. It didn’t matter. The door swung open and a man holding a flashlight pointed it directly into our eyes.

“Cade Jennings?” he said.

“The one and only,” Cade answered.

“Come with me.”





The night ended poorly. Cade went to hotel jail. Okay, just the security guard’s office where he was forced to call his parents to come pick him up. And I was allowed to go. I didn’t want to leave, but he kept telling me, “Lily, seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine. Go.” He was saving me again.

So I went, even though I probably should’ve stayed. No, I shouldn’t have stayed. I needed to go before he made me like him even more. I was sacrificing him on the altar of friendship, I told myself. Isabel was more important.

I went home and finally was able to finish the rest of the lyrics for “Left Behind.” A song I couldn’t technically record because I didn’t have my guitar. But even if I borrowed a guitar, I couldn’t use this song. It was about Cade. I wasn’t sure he’d take kindly to me winning a songwriting contest with a song that was based on his life that he kept very private. Like he’d want the world to know about his absent father when he had a hard time even writing about it anonymously.