“I’m so sorry,” she said in a quick burst. “I shouldn’t have insisted you play the game. I felt so bad when you darted out of there after you kissed Kaz. Ugh, Mol. I know you don’t like him.”
I groaned and sat up, bringing my arm up to shield my eyes from the bright sunlight streaming through my open curtains. “It’s fine. I’ll survive. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”
“It’s not fine, so I’m on a mission for the rest of the weekend to make it up to you. I made you breakfast,” she said and lifted up the bacon. “Nearly burnt. Just how you like it.”
I huffed a laugh and opened my mouth expectantly. Lindsay grinned and dropped the piece on my tongue.
“Delicious, right? There’s more downstairs.”
Five minutes later, I was sitting at the kitchen island with her, dressed in my sweatpants and hoodie, and trying my hardest not to think about last night. Lindsay must have sensed I didn’t want to talk about it, because she didn’t bring it up again. We munched our way through the spread she’d prepared and talked about our study plan for the day. By the time our plates were clean, I was in a considerably better mood than the one I went to bed with.
“I’m going to take out the garbage,” I said to her, eyeing the empty cereal boxes littering our floor. I collected all of the recycling in a huge cardboard box and carried it to the big metal garbage bin down the street. The one closer to our house was always full.
When I got there, a flash of ink-black hair caught my eye.
I sucked in a breath when I realized who it was. Kaz was looking at me from the other side of the stinky bin, his own empty recycling box beside him on the ground. I averted my eyes, quickly dumped the garbage out, and did my best to pretend I didn’t see him.
Please don’t talk to me.
“Morning.”
I let out a groan and stepped onto the sidewalk. “Can we go back to the thing where we ignore each other whenever we have the misfortune of bumping into each other outside?”
“Less than twelve hours ago, you were sucking my tongue out of my mouth, and now you don’t even want to say hello?” he mocked. “Way to make a guy feel cheap.”
My eyes became slits. “I was not sucking your tongue.”
“What were you doing then?”
I had a feeling he found riling me up entertaining. “You know what, I’m not doing this. I have to get back to studying.” I began to walk away.
“What are you studying anyway?” he called out behind me. “Let me guess…”
Oh, this I wanted to hear. This was about the longest conversation we’d ever had, yet apparently, he thought he knew me well enough to guess my plans for the future.
“You seem like—”
I whirled around. “Like what?”
“Like someone destined to be in accounting.”
Unbelievable. I squeezed the edges of the plastic box so tightly my knuckles were on the verge of bursting through my skin. “Is that supposed to be an insult? Accounting is a perfectly good career.”
A smirk pulled at his lips. “Never said it wasn’t. So I’m right?”
“No, you’re not right,” I retorted, mocking his tone of voice. “I’m studying marketing and music management.”
His brows rose at that. “Wow. That’s…surprisingly exciting.”
And you’re unsurprisingly annoying.“Well, this was a nice chat.”
“You going to come say bye to Mase?”
“We already said our goodbyes,” I snipped.
“You seem not okay,” he commented.
“Trust me, I’m just fine. Goodbye, Kaz. Good luck with whatever crazy scheme you two have going.”
