She rolled her eyes and laughed. “You should have seen how pissed he was when you were sitting with his brother the other night at Ships.”
“He looked mad but I wasn’t really sure why.”
“I thought he was going to kill his brother and then the other guy, Kip. My God, I thought he was going to blow.” She laughed again.
“This is so confusing,” I said, feeling like I was just in a car crash with epic whiplash.
Becca looked over at me, a grin covering her face. “There is nothing confusing about this, Ivy. You two belong together, and not as friends. Let him deal with his shit, and then you two will work it out… easy peasy.”
It did sound easy. Like for once in my life, something would work out the way it was supposed to.
But…I couldn’t help the weird, dreadful feeling that lurked over my shoulder.
Something would go wrong.
Nothing was ever this easy for me. At least, not for the last six years it wasn’t.
???
“Great, thank you for getting it dry so quickly!” I hung up my phone after saying goodbye to Dawson’s father, pretending I wasn’t at all disappointed that it was Mr. Lanning calling me instead of him.
It was Monday morning and I was on my way to work. I had to leave Becca’s forty minutes earlier than usual because her house was on the outskirts of town, and that meant I had to get on the highway, which also meant I’d get stuck in traffic.
Dawson was right. It was taking me forever to get into town.
It would have been so much better if I could have stayed at Dawson’s again, but as of right now, I had no idea what was going on.
Did he break up with Breanna?
Did she kill him because she somehow found out that he’d cheated?
Was she going to be waiting for me at my house, to do the same?
I wasn’t sure. At this point, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
After spending yesterday with Becca yammering on about how Dawson and I were going to have much needed, pent-up-for-six-years sex soon, and then my sister texting me every five seconds, asking me how staying with my “long lost best friend/major crush” was, and if we’d done the deed yet, I wasn’t sure I would be able to soothe the burn if we didn’t have sex.
Like, what if he decided last second that he wanted Breanna instead of me?
I’d likely just die.
Which only made me feel weak.
My phone vibrated again in my cup holder, reverberating off the plastic sides. My heart leapt as my fingers jumbled with it. Hope blossomed in my chest, ready to break out in luminous colors, and then it was quickly zapped away.
Eric was calling.
Again.
Apparently, Dawson making those ludicrous sex noises in the background last time we’d talked was eating away at him. He’d texted me fifteen (yes, fifteen) times in the last two days and now had resorted to calling me.
I had a really bad feeling that he wouldn’t stop hounding me if I didn’t meet up with him sooner or later, even if it was to truly end this little “I want you back” thing.
Something had to give, eventually.
He wasn’t this clingy, even when we were together. My God.
My phone had stopped vibrating, only to start up again. I wanted to scream in annoyance.