Chapter 5
Sienna is my tour guide for the rest of the day. She takes me to the mall, where I end up spending way more than I wanted to, but she insists that I look smoking hot for Beau. She practically read my mind. I have no clue what kind of party this is, seeing as how it’s in the middle of nowhere, I don’t see the point in dressing up. I basically just bought a new pair of shorts and a new tank top. It’s low enough that most of my cleavage will pop out, so who is the busty one now? He will love it though, I can’t wait to see the look on his face.
We leave the mall and pick up lunch before heading back to her house. Carefully, I lay out my outfit for the night and feel myself becoming giddy. That feeling vanishes quickly as I realize he may soon remember who I am and what I did to him.
I drag my feet back into the kitchen where I sit across my Sienna. She hands me my sandwich and the first bite I take is amazing. “Mmm, this is so good.” I practically moan into the bread.
“Yeah, they make the best sandwiches ever. A little messy, but totally worth it.” She’s right. I have napkins for days sitting beside me and a few of them have already been used.
“I swear, I could move back here just for these.”
“And Beau Granger.” She teases.
“What if he finds out who I am? I mean it’s not like we’ve been intimate or anything, but I just got here and he’s smoking hot. What if it ruins my summer?”
“Shay, don’t think too much on it. I wouldn’t say anything about it. Hell, I’d forget about it if I were you. It’s my fault I should have never brought it up. Can you try to forget?”
“I can try, but the guilt is killing me.”
She smiles as she finishes her sandwich. “Don’t you let that bother you. That was how long ago? People do forget but me, I never did. That was freaking hilarious. Although some guy did call him that after he lost all his weight and he almost beat the shit out of him.”
“You’re not helping at all Sienna.” I tell her.
“I know, sorry. It’ll be okay though. We’re going to have fun. This is your summer and you’re here with me. What could go wrong?”
“Are you serious?” I deadpan. “Have you not been listening to a single word that I’ve said?”
“Oh I hear you Shay, loud and clear.” She smirks.
My phone rings breaking this conversation and my dad’s picture appears on the screen. I stick my tongue out and walk to the spare room.
“Hey dad.” I answer.
“Hey k
iddo, I wanted to check on you. Did you get a new tire yet?” He asks concerned. He’s always like that when it comes to me.
“I went and got one this morning. She’s as good as new.”
“Good. Are you having a good time so far?”
“Yeah, I am. I’m glad I came.” Thoughts of Beau from the moment I ran into him on the side of the road to just moments ago, flood my brain and I can’t help the butterflies that assault me. Then, I remember I wanted to tell him about mom. He listens intensively as I tell him everything Sienna told me. He kinda laughs and shrugs it off. I guess I don’t blame him. I pretty much did the same thing.
We talk for a few more minutes before his lunch break is over. I lie back on the bed and close my eyes for a minute trying to rest. What was supposed to be a minute, turns into almost three hours and the only reason I’m awake is because Sienna plops on the bed beside me.
“So you came ten hours to sleep? What the hell is up with that? Oh, guess who I just talked to?”
“Who?” I ask groggily. I just want to rest, doesn’t she see that?
“Beau,” she beams. “Rob gave me his number, so in turn, I was the best friend I could ever be and gave Beau yours.” I give her a death glare and she hurries and adds, “But only because he asked for it. Your phone should be going off in five, four, three, two—“
Just like clockwork, my phone buzzes and a number I don’t know pops up. I open the message and I am suddenly wide awake.
(337)555-5542: Hope you don’t mind Sienna gave me your number. I just wanted to make sure you haven’t changed your mind about tonight.
He is worried I may back out tonight? Wow, I didn’t realize I’d left that sort of impression on him. I mean, I know how he makes my insides melt and do all kinds of crazy things but I had no clue he remotely felt anything to be worried about me. Just to throw him a curveball, I respond with the corniest thing I can think of after I save his phone number.
Me: Who is this?