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So he’s a non-awkward nerd.Fucking fantastic.
At least they met tonight. He hasn’t been hanging around her all summer.
“You let your frat bro hit on my girlfriend?”
Finn doesn’t ask the obvious question.
Is she my girlfriend?
“Harrison went over there, made sure she was okay.”
I snort. “How noble of him, angling for a spot in line.”
“I didn’t say he did itforyou.” Finn sends a can flying into the field. “But he’d probably never do that to you.”
I grunt, hoping he’s right.
Probably, because it’s practically an open secret Harrison has had a thing for Cassia since high school. If she indicated she was interested, I doubt any loyalty to me would be enough to keep him from acting on it.
“Are you coming on the trip tomorrow?”
“Are you asking because you invited Douchenerd?”
Finn rolls his eyes, which I take as a yes. “Fuckingtalkto her, Holden.”
“I will.”
I just need to burn off the anger about coming home to her laughing and playing basketball with another guy. And get a handle on the fear about what she might say when wedotalk.
It’s the same reason I didn’t reach out to her all summer because I needed a possibility to keep me going instead of hearing it’s over while I was a couple hundred miles away. Because she asked for space, and I didn’t want not giving it to her to be another strike against me.
“And yeah, I’m coming tomorrow.”
Finn nods. “Good. By the way, Jordan invited all the girls.”
“What? Why?”
“Why do you think? He’s hooking up with McKenzie again, and he didn’t think McKenzie would go unless he invited Grace. And he didn’t want to piss the rest of the girls off by inviting only McKenzie and Grace, so he made it an open invitation.”
I groan. “It’s supposed to be aguys’ weekend.”
“Didn’t think you’d be back. Didn’t think you’d care.” Finn slants a curious look my way, likely wondering why I came home early without telling anyone. “You could invite her.”
I’m very tempted to say I’m not going at all now that I know who all will be there.
My plan was to come back, talk to Cassia tonight, and then go off with the guys tomorrow to celebrate or commiserate.
Every summer since graduating high school, we’ve driven to the state park an hour away and camped out in the woods. Drunk beer, talked about nothing important, and gone fishing.
This year feels like it’ll be our last chance. Next summer, we’ll have graduated college.
That’s the only reason I decide not to back out, even if the trip will most likely be filled with drama and complaints if the girls are coming. And possibly flirting, since my relationship status is ambiguous to everyone, including me. Everyone saw Cassia walk away from me earlier.
“Not her thing,” I say, since that’s easier than admitting the truth: I don’t think she’ll go. Not ifIask her.
Finn sighs again. He’s always extra dramatic when he’s drunk.
And being my best friend is probably an exhausting job.
