back of my neck so I can meet her lips. Yeah, this is the first time she’s kissed me. She kissed me back a lot last night… but yeah, this is the first time she’s made the move.
“Yes, I meant it,” she says when we break apart. “Did you?”
I give her a sort-of smile. “No.”
Her eyebrows scrunch together in that awesome way and I can tell she’s about to yell at me, so I cut her off.
“I’m not falling in love with you.” I give her a full smile this time, wiping her hair from her face. “I am in love with you.”
She rolls her eyes and smiles. “Cheeseball.”
I laugh and kiss the tip of her nose. “Well, I mean it. I love you.”
I know I shouldn’t expect to hear it back. She already did sort-of say it to me, but when she just sighs and tells me she’s gotta go, my gut feels like she just socked it with a brick.
There’s this scene on this chick flick Quynn made me watch with her once. That dude in Inception sleeps with that girl on Elf and he does this musical number thing walkin’ down the street. I thought it was pretty fruity. No guy would act like that even if he did just score.
I’m now eatin’ my words. I kind of want a whole bunch of people dancin’ in the background as I make my way to the Dodge, as I run to the store to get a bunch of junk food, as I go to the park ‘cause I just wanna. I want to fist pump the air and skip and all that stuff, and I do a few times, then catch myself.
And from her reaction this mornin’, Hayles seemed pretty okay with everythin’. It was good for her, you know? She said she wanted to do it more. Not just again, but over and over again. That’s damn hot. I owned it. Not that she had anythin’ to compare it to, but she didn’t say it was bad.
She wanted more.
Hell yeah!
I’m doin’ this weird jig as I walk up my porch, and I’m hummin’ under my breath, somethin’ I never do. Look what this girl has done to me!
“You are in big trouble.”
“Dammit!” I yell as I trip off the porch, droppin’ the bag of chips in my hand. Quynn stands up from the patio chair we’ve got in front of our window and crosses her arms.
“I’m not even going to apologize for scaring you. Where were you last night?”
“I… uh…”
“All I get is a text! ‘Can’t make it.’ That’s it! What was so important you had to cancel our date last night?”
Date? What the hell? She thought it was a date? I try to rewind to our conversation. But everythin’ is muddy. Is this what sex does? Like a hangover without the feelin’ like crap part.
“Hello?”
I shake my head running a hand over the back of my neck. “Sorry, Quynn. I didn’t realize… I thought… somethin’ came up, and I couldn’t make it.”
She rolls her eyes and stomps past me.
“Really, it’s not just some excuse. A friend was havin’ a bad night.”
Girlfriend, Brody. Say it! Hayles is your girlfriend!
“A friend?” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
Her arms drop, and she starts playin’ with her fingers. “Hayley?”
I nod. Guess Mom’s not the only person who’s noticed how much time I spend with her.
“It’s not like that, though.”
Whoa, what the hell? What am I sayin’? It’s exactly like that. I just told Hayles loved her… after making love to her. I’m lyin’ right into Quynn’s face ‘cause…
I don’t know how to finish that thought.
“Not like what?”
Her eyes flick to mine, but I don’t hold her stare. I go straight to lookin’ at the crack in the porch.
“Nothin’. Never mind.”
“Okaaaay.” She takes a step towards me, plastering on a smile. “Well, you’re not skipping out on the one tonight. Promise?”
That word is just as bad as ‘please’. And I’m still confused as hell why she still has such power over me when I’m in love with Hayles. But I’m noddin’ and she’s huggin’ me, then she’s gone.
Maybe douchebaggery is genetic.
Reason 24: I can’t lie to you
“Hey, I know you hate the pop in, but—”
I stop Hayley from overanalyzing with a big kiss, ‘cause really, ever since Quynn left it’s all I’ve wanted to do.
“Whoa,” she says, pushing back from me and turnin’ red, “does this mean you’re okay with me just coming over without calling?”
I smile and pull her inside. “I’ll make