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She was so damn beautiful.
“Do you want to watch a movie? My aunt’s going to call in a bit, but we could watch one after if you want to stay.”
“We’re alone?” I blurted out, surprising myself.
She peered around the room, confused, and I felt like a fucking idiot.
“Um, yeah. My mom’s working like always.” She smirked, with a twinkle in her eyes that I recognized all too well.
I didn’t even have to give it any thought. There were zero fucks given.
“Maybe some other time.”
“Oh…” she breathed out, scratching her head. “You got somewhere to be or something?”
“Or somethin’.” Avoiding eye contact so she couldn’t see right through my bullshit.
“Right. Okay. I guess I’ll see you around then,” she nervously stated.
“I’ll call you later.” I tried to reassure her, walking to the front door like the pussy I had suddenly become, not bothering to look back at her hurt face.
“Dylan.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, knowing exactly what she was going to ask. I turned around to face her, still giving her a questioning look. No matter what she had to say I wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it. That much I knew. She was standing by the archway, looking gorgeous as ever, her vulnerability radiating all around her that I suddenly found it hard to breathe.
“We’ve been hanging, you know… for like a month or something,” she muttered. “I mean… do you… I mean… you know…”
“Just fucking say it, Aubrey,” I interrupted, harsher than I intended.
She took a deep breath, slightly annoyed with the tone I dealt back, but the doubt was too big for her to swallow.
“Do you not like me?”
I wasn’t surprised in the least by what she wanted to know. She knew who I was, my reputation with girls. I’d become my worst damn nightmare overnight. I opened my mouth to say something, but for the first time in my life I didn’t know what to say.
“It’s okay if you don’t like me and just want to be friends. I could use more of those. I really like Half-Pint and your boys. Everyone has been really nice with welcoming me. I would hate to lose that if you don’t like me more than… a friend. I mean, I know I’m not like the girls you’re used to and I guess… that would be hard to let go of and stuff…”
I let her ramble, mainly because she seemed like she really needed to get it out. A part of me, the asshole part of me, thought she looked so fucking adorable being all exposed and shit, that I let her continue with her little monologue. If this was any other girl something like this would have had me running for the door and slamming it in her face, but not with her, she was different.
Never with her.
“Darlin,” I rasped all too soon, not ready for what I was going to confess. “I’m only leaving because I do like you.”
“What—”
With that I opened the door and left.
I drove around for I don’t know how long, listening to “The Thrill is Gone” by B.B. King on repeat. Etching the lyrics and beat into my mind as if I were the one singing them. It was dark by the time I made it back to the restaurant. I sat on the beach instead of going in to face the boys and their ridicule. The storm had come and gone, but the wind remained. I welcomed the cool breeze coming off the ocean. The sand was wet and hard beneath me, but I didn’t pay it any mind, there was too much on my mind to care.
“Hey,” Alex greeted, sitting beside me. She put a blanket around the both of us. “You’re going to get sick if you sit out here. By the look of the clouds, it’s going to rain again any second.”
“A little rain ain’t ever hurt nobody.”
I continued to stare out into the night as she glanced at the side of my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’ to worry your pint-size head about.”
