Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,65
to sit down and eat with him. I kind of lost track of time, but I got his number!”
His hand reaches for a fry, and I quickly smack it away.
“You already ate! Back off.”
He takes a fry and shoves it in his mouth. “You’re such a bitch when you’re hungry. Anyway, his name is Stephen, and he lives in Frederick. We’re going out next weekend!”
This burger is an ordinary diner burger, but since I’m starving, it’s the best burger known to man at the moment. Drew continues telling me about the guy he met, and I’m only half-paying attention.
“That’s great, Drew,” I mumble around fries.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Mmhmm.”
He rolls his eyes and looks at his watch. “When do doors open?”
“Seven.”
“Only twenty minutes or so until it’s time to go in.” He watches me eat my sandwich, and I notice he’s smirking. “You look like you’re making love to that damn thing.”
Closing my eyes, I moan. “Hmm?”
“You’re not paying attention to me, are you?”
“Nope.” I’m about to shove another handful of fries in my mouth when I spot a handsome man who resembles Jake.
Except it’s not someone who just looks like Jake.
It is Jake.
Jake’s walking up to the venue, covering a blonde girl’s eyes with his hands. She has her hands over his, giggling. Unable to take my eyes off them, I watch as he uncovers her eyes, and she takes in her surroundings. Obviously, he is surprising Blondie with the concert. She lets out a high-pitched squeal and flings herself into his arms. Jake laughs as he embraces her.
The fries fall from my fingers into the container, which I hand to Drew. “Here, I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Sweet.” Drew bites into the burger and notices I’m watching something. “What are you looking at?”
“Don’t look.” I spin him toward the wall, and Drew groans.
“Misha, you never tell someone not to look. If you do, they’re going to look anyway. For example, Don’t look now, but the girl who just walked in has a massive camel toe. What’s the first thing you do? You look because you were told not to. And you shouldn’t have because camel toes are so gross.”
“Jake’s here,” I tell him quietly.
Drew is frozen for a moment, and then he looks over his shoulder. “Shit.”
Although it’s not good for my heart, I turn and watch him. This is the first time I’ve seen him since the party and he looks happy. The words he texts me every night don’t match his demeanor. The blonde he’s with is beautiful, nothing less than what he deserves. It turns my stomach to think he could be with someone else, and I’m hoping my dinner won’t make a reappearance.
“He knew I was going to be here tonight. He brought someone with him to piss me off. She’s probably a customer,” I assume out loud.
“Probably not. Didn’t Mandy tell you he quit?” Drew asks.
“Yeah … but at this point, I’d rather her be a customer than be a new love interest.” I don’t want to watch them, but I can’t turn away. It’s like watching a bad car accident.
And as if he can sense me staring, Jake looks directly at me. His eyes widen, recognition playing on his face. He starts walking toward me, but the blonde grabs his arm, pointing down the opposite side of the street. She drags him behind her, and he unwillingly follows. He keeps glancing back at me, but soon, he is swallowed by the crowd near the tour buses.
“He saw you. Do you think he’ll try to talk to you tonight?” Drew asks.
Jake’s not ruining my evening. Drew and I have waited entirely too long for tonight.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. He’s either on a real date or a paid date. I don’t want to interrupt either. I came here to see one man and one man only—Bryson Henderson. Jake Malone can fuck himself.”
Drew puts his arm around me and kisses my head.
Truth be told, I’d rather be in Jake Malone’s arms than Bryson Henderson’s.
While the other fans are anxiously waiting for the opening band to take the stage, I’m scouring the crowds for Jake and Blondie from my seat.
“Stop looking for him,” Drew scolds.
Scanning the balcony above us, I still come up empty. “I can’t help it.”
Drew grabs my face and brings it to his. “Stop. What are you going to do when Bryson comes onstage and you haven’t found Jake? You’d better not ignore that sex god!”
I jerk my face out of