Page 23 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
Two stupid words and he’s got me overthinking everything. Does he mean it in a romantic way?
Kane
You were right about needing a fresh pair of eyes. It really helps. I’ve finished more songs since we started brainstorming than I have in my entire life.
His comment draws the biggest smile out of me.
Then he sets my illusions ablaze with a one-way ticket to the friend zone.
Kane
You’re a good friend, Hads.
Ouch.
“You think that’s bad? Louise’s never even kissed a guy. It’s kind of pathetic, if you ask me. We’re almost fifteen.” Brie’s snicker draws my focus back to the conversation I’ve been paying no attention to.
Lacey’s eyes shift to mine, her gaze loaded with pity.
I know it’s dumb, but being the only person in my friend group who’s still a kiss virgin makes me feel like I’m repulsive or something.
Lacey got her first kiss out of the way when she made out with Theo the other day, and I’m pretty sure Brie kissed at least four guys last summer.
I’m aware it doesn’t define my worth for a second, and I probably wouldn’t care much if it weren’t for Brie constantly making fun of other girls for it, but bring up something enough times and it’ll eventually start to stick.
“Wait.” Brie catches on when she notices Lacey’s pitying expression and turns to look at me. “Have you never…”
“Who cares?” Lacey stands up for me. “It’s not a competition. Plus, Hadley’s younger than us. She started school a year early.”
Brie doesn’t speak, but the way she bites back a scoff says plenty.
“B, don’t be mean,” Lacey scolds.
Brie shrugs. “I’m not being mean. I’m just saying, it’s kind of lame that no guy’s ever been interested in you.”
Right.
Because that’s not mean.
Lacey cuts in. “Actually, Seb Stein asked me for her number last Wednesday.”
He did?
I’m not sure if she made that up because she feels bad for me or if it really happened.
I’ll admit I’d be flattered if it were true. Sebastian is cute.
A new message coming through on my phone stops me from asking Lacey if she ended up giving him my number. It’s the Craigslist lady letting me know she’s waiting for me at the café a few blocks away.
I shove my phone into my pocket and push off Lacey’s bed. “I’ve got to run.”
I’m out of Lacey’s house and getting onto Gray’s bike before I know it. He never uses it anymore, and I figured until I’m old enough to have a car, this is the easiest way to get around town.
I enter the café five minutes later, and a woman in her thirties comes up to me to conclude the sale of the black guitar she posted online.
I’d be lying if I said riding my bike home while carrying a guitar on my back was easy.
It turned out to be much heavier than I thought, and I almost swerved off the road a few times, but I manage to make it to my house in one piece fifteen minutes later.