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Wilder's shoulders tense as the person comes into view. Olivia-Sophia.
She doesn't notice our intertwined fingers at first as she smiles wide.
"I thought you didn't like Smashing Trout," she throws her gorgeous head back and laughs.
I feel small. The kind of smallness that only Fanny Allred could reduce me to. Standing here watching someone else freely flirt with Wilder hurts.
His fingers leave mine and I take a painful step back.
That's when Olivia-Sophia notices me. "I heard a funny rumor about you, Wild. That you've spent the summer running around town with Cash's girlfriend. I don't think he'll be too happy to hear you're been fucking his girl."
Wilder shakes his head. "It's just a rumor. Cash is in Europe and I'm stuck babysitting while he's away."
But Olivia-Sophia isn't stupid, and she can read me better than even Wilder can.
"Does she know that?" Olivia-Sophia frowns.
"What do you want?" Wilder changes the subject.
"I've been invited to Smashing Trout's after-party," she beams. "You should come."
"I'm good."
"I'm going to wear you down," she tells him. "You're going to come crawling back eventually. I let you go once. I'm not going to let it happen again. Besides, you know I like a challenge."
"Let's go," Wilder says over his shoulder to me while motioning to the exit.
I cross my arms over my chest and follow him through the dense crowd.
When we finally get to the car, I reach for the door handle before he has a chance to and quickly climb inside.
"What's going on?" he asks me when he's seated beside me in the driver’s seat.
"Headache," I lie. More like heartache.
Every second that passes in the congested parking lot exit feels like a lifetime. I'm holding back tears—barely. I want to curl up in a ball and cry, but I force myself not to.
What feels like an hour later, Wilder stops the car in front of my house. I jump out and shut the door harder than I intend to.
"Hey!" Wilder calls after me. "What's the rush?"
"What am I to you?" I ask once he’s out of the car.
"What?" He seems taken aback.
"Am I a friend? More than a friend? Or just Cash's ex-girlfriend you're stuck babysitting."
"She would have told Fanny," Wilder defends himself. "Or maybe Fanny told her about us. Either way, her parents run in the same circles the Allreds do. If she thinks I'm into you, the whole town will find out."
"What am I to you?" I ask again.
"I don't know. I'm trying to figure that out."
Heat builds behind my eyes.
"What am I to you?" I repeat.
Silence. He stands there, perfectly still.
