After (After 1) - Page 57

“What are you doing here, Hardin?” I ask him. He tries to walk past me and into my room but I block the entrance.

“Why can’t I come in, Tessa? I will be nice to your grandpa.” He laughs and I roll my eyes. I know he is making fun of Noah.

“He isn’t here.”

“Why not? Okay, so let me in then,” he says, slurring his words.

“No, are you drunk?” My eyes scan his face. His eyes are red, and his smirk gives it all away. He takes his lip between his teeth and puts his hands into his pockets.

“I thought you didn’t drink, but now you have been drinking a lot.”

“It’s only been twice. Chill out,” he says, and pushes past me and flops down on my bed. “So why didn’t Noah come?”

“I don’t know,” I lie.

He nods several times, like he’s considering this seriously. “Sure. The Gap probably had a sale on cardigans, so he canceled on you.” He bursts out laughing, and the energy in the room is such that I can’t help but join him.

“So where is Molly?” I ask. “At a Skanks ‘R’ Us sale?”

Hardin stops for a second and then laughs harder. “That was a terrible attempt at a comeback, Theresa,” he jokes, and I kick my foot at where his shins dangle over the bed.

“Either way, you can’t stay here. Noah and I are back together, officially.”

I notice his smile fade and he rubs his hands against his knees. “Nice pajamas,” he says, and I look down.

Why is he being so cavalier? We haven’t resolved anything, and the last time I checked we were both staying away from each other.

“Hardin, you have to go.”

“Let me guess: one of Noah’s conditions for reconciliation was that you have to stay away from me?” His tone is more serious now.

“Yeah, and the last time I checked you and I weren’t friends or even speaking. Why did you drop Literature and why did you hit Landon?”

“Why do you always ask so many questions?” he whines. “I don’t want to talk about any of that! What were you and your cool pajamas doing before I came in—and why is your light off?” Hardin is much more playful when he has been drinking but I am beginning to wonder why he’s begun drinking when he didn’t before.

“I was watching a movie,” I tell him; maybe if I am nice to him he will answer some of my questions.

“What movie?”

“The Vow,” I answer and look at him. I expect him to laugh at me and after a few seconds he does.

“You would like that sappy movie. That is so unrealistic.”

“It’s based on a true story,” I correct him.

“It still seems stupid.”

“Have you even seen it?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t have to see it to know it’s stupid. I can tell you how it ends right now: she gets her memory back and they live happily ever after,” he says in a high-pitched voice.

“No, actually that isn’t how it ends,” I laugh. Hardin makes me insane most of the time, but it’s the rare occasions like this when he makes me forget how terrible he can be. I forget that I am supposed to hate him and instead find myself tossing one of Steph’s pillows at him. He lets it hit him, even though he could easily block it, and then yelps as if he is actually wounded, so we both laugh again.

“Let me stay and watch it with you,” he half-asks, half-demands.

“I don’t think that is a good idea,” I tell him and he shrugs.

“The worst ideas are often the best ideas. Besides, you wouldn’t want me to drive back drunk, would you?” He smiles, and I can’t resist even though I know I should.

“Fine, but you are sitting on the floor or Steph’s bed.”

He pouts but I hold my ground. God knows what will happen if we are both on my small bed. I flush at the possibilities and then scold myself for thinking that way when I just promised Noah I would stay away from Hardin. It sounds like such a simple promise to make, but somehow I always find my way to Hardin. Or, like tonight, he finds his way to me.

Hardin slides down to the floor and I take a moment to admire how hot he looks in a plain white T-shirt. The contrast of his black ink and white shirt is perfect and I love the way the ivy branches along the bottom of his neck peak out from under the collar and the black ink can be seen under the material.

I press play and immediately he asks, “Got any popcorn?”

“No, you should have brought your own,” I tease and turn the screen so he can see it better from the floor.

“I could always go for another type of snack,” he says and I smack his head lightheartedly.

“Watch the movie, and no more talking, or I’ll kick you out.”

Hardin pretends to zip his lips and hand me a key, which makes me giggle as I pretend to toss it behind me. As Hardin lays his head back against the bed, I feel more calm and at peace than I have all week.

Hardin watches me more than the movie, but I don’t care. I notice the way he smiles when I laugh at a funny line, the way he frowns when I sob over Paige losing her memory, and the way he too sighs with relief when Paige and Leo end up together again in the end.

“So what did you think?” I ask him as I scroll through to find another movie.

“Utter rubbish.” But he smiles, and I ruffle my hand through his hair before I realize what I’m doing. I sit myself up and he turns toward the wall.

Way to make it awkward, Tessa.

“Let me choose the next movie,” he says and reaches for my laptop.

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