“Molly. You should have seen how she was flirting with him and hanging on his every word.”
“But she knows you two are together; isn’t she your friend?”
“She doesn’t care about that. She’ll do anything to get male attention.” As I watch Steph cry and wipe her eyes, my already strong dislike of Molly grows even more.
“I don’t think Tristan would go for her; I see the way he looks at you. He really cares about you. I think you should call him and talk it out,” I suggest.
“What if he is with her?”
“He’s not,” I assure her. I really don’t see Tristan running off with the pink-haired snake.
“How do you know? Sometimes you think you know people, but you don’t,” she says and looks into my eyes. “H—”
“Hey . . .” Hardin says as he bursts into the room and then takes in the sad scene before him. “Um . . . should I come back?” He shifts uncomfortably. Hardin isn’t the type to comfort a crying girl, friend or not.
“No, I am going to go find Tristan and try to apologize.” She stands. “Thank you, Tessa.” She hugs me and looks at Hardin. They exchange awkward glances before she exits the room.
Hardin turns and gives me a kiss. “You hungry?”
“Yeah, actually I am,” I tell him. I should do some homework, but I’m actually pretty far ahead. I really have no idea how or when Hardin actually works.
“I was thinking that after we get something to eat, you could call Karen or Landon and see what I should wear to the . . . you know. The wedding.” The mention of Landon’s name tugs at my heart. I haven’t talked to him in a few days and I miss him. I want to tell him about my internship and maybe even about Hardin and me. I haven’t decided that yet, but I still want to talk to him.
“Yeah, I’ll call Landon. I’m excited for the wedding!” I tell him, then realize I need to get something to wear to the wedding as well.
“Yeah. Me, too. I am so thrilled. Could I be more excited?” He rolls his eyes and I laugh.
“Well, I’m glad you’re at least going. It means a lot to your father and Karen.”
He shakes his head, but he’s come a long way in the short time that I’ve known him.
“Yeah . . . yeah. Let’s go eat,” he grumbles and grabs my jacket off the chair.
“Let me change first, geez,” I groan. I feel his eyes on me as I undress and grab jeans and a WCU sweatshirt out of my dresser and put them on quickly.
“You look adorable. Sexy office woman by day and cute college girl by night,” he teases. My stomach flutters at his words and I lean up on my toes to kiss his cheek.
WE DECIDE TO GO to the mall and eat so that we can go shopping afterward. I call Landon as we sit down and he tells me that he will ask his mother what Hardin should wear and call me right back.
“We can find your outfit first, I guess?” he suggests.
“I don’t know what to wear either.” I laugh.
“Well, you have the luxury of looking beautiful regardless of what you wear.”
“That is not true; you definitely pull off that ‘I don’t give a crap how I look but I look flawless’ look.”
He gives me a cocky smirk and leans back in his chair. “I do, don’t I?”
I roll my eyes and then notice my phone buzzing. “It’s Landon.”
“Hey,” Landon says, “so she said it would be best if you wear white. I know it’s not the norm, but that’s what my mother wants. And at least try to get Hardin in dress pants and a tie. I don’t think they are expecting much from him, to be honest.” He laughs.
“Okay, well, I will do my best to get him in a tie.” I look over at Hardin, who frowns comically.
“Good luck. How’s your internship going?”
“It’s good. Well, great, actually. It’s a dream come true. I can’t believe it. I have my own office and I basically get paid to read all day. It’s perfect. How are classes? I miss Literature.”
Hardin’s face turns into a real frown, and I follow his eyes to the middle of the food court. Zed, Logan, and a guy that I have never met before are walking toward us. Zed gives me a friendly wave and I smile