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Him being here has also fueled a spark of jealousy inside me.
The dating pond was small in our high school.
Here, it’s a freaking ocean.
Panic spills through me every time I catch a girl hitting on Rex. The fear that one of them could possibly be the girl who changes his life, who steals his heart and takes him from me. Even though he denies it, one day, I’ll lose him to another woman.
It’s no party, being in love with your best friend, let me tell you.
Rex has been anti-relationship since the first day we hung out. His parents’ dysfunctional marriage has him convinced that relationships are toxic and nothing but forced expectations. He’s so afraid of failure, of ending up like his father, that he pushes away at any mention of the wordcommitment.
My friendship with Rex is the longest relationship he’s ever had.
He’s not a fan of relationships.
I’m not a fan of getting my heart broken.
Friends it is with us.
Even after giving him my virginity, I’ve never expected more from him. That night, he changed the sheets while I went to the bathroom, and we awkwardly said our good nights. The next day, we acted like it never happened. Neither one of us has muttered a word about the night I randomly walked into his room and demanded he take my V-card.
Margie snapping her fingers in front of my face breaks me away from theI’m pissed at Rexthoughts. “You. Me. Going out. Your sad face says you need a drink, and I will gladly help with that.”
When I first met Margie—a bleached blonde wearing a miniskirt and suede knee-high boots—I thought there was no way we’d get along and that I was in for a miserable year.
I was so wrong.
Margie is a girlfriend I wish I’d had in high school.
She’s popular, but she always tries to include me in everything she does.
“Hey,” I argue. “I don’t have a sad face.” I force my lips into a smile.
“You’re definitely sporting a sad face.” She plops down on the side of my bed. “You know what goes well with sad faces?”
“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me, and it’s not going to be a proven fact,” I grumble.
“Alcohol. It’ll turn that frown upside down.” Her tone turns into a whine. “Come on. You’ve gone out with me a total of three times—”
“You’re keeping track?” I interrupt.
“Yes, so I can hold it against you every time you say no.”
“All right.” I dramatically sigh. “You talked me into it.”
She tilts her head to the side, as if she didn’t hear me correctly. “Huh?”
I shrug. “Having fun tonight sounds better than Netflix.”
She leaps up from the bed, squealing, and then breaks into an obnoxious dance. “Girls’ night! We’re going to have so much fun; you’ll be begging me to go out every night!”
Doubt that.
The less people-ing in my life, the better.
I change out of my sweats into a snake-print minidress. Margie forced me to go shopping with her after we met. As soon as we walked into the boutique, my eyes went straight to this dress. She snatched it from my hands before pushing me into a dressing room and handing it back, insisting I try it on. The dress is hot—not something I’d normally wear since party attire isn’t needed much in my life. When I refused to buy it, she did and hung it up in my closetjust in case.
Thatjust in caseis happening tonight, apparently.
