possibly beat someone who saw her damn near every day? I’d be hours away. I couldn’t…
No. Insecure wasn’t me. The way Bree reacted to me, how she felt in my arms…it was right. No matter what happened, no matter what that idiot Mason thought might be between them, it was nothing compared to what was between Bree and me.
Bree was mine, even if she wasn’t technically my girlfriend. That freak Mason would realize it soon enough, because even though I might be going home, I would never give up on this girl.
Chapter Twelve – Bree
Michelle sat on the end of my bed, wearing her pajamas. Tonight was an odd night for her; she wasn’t hanging with Kyle. Nights like that were far and few between. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, and she’d already taken off her makeup for the day. Her azure stare was on me, twinkling, knowing everything about everything, and yet she still felt like she had to ask.
“What are you going to do?”
I said nothing for a while, leaning back against my headboard. Calum had gone home a few days ago, but he’d been texting me nonstop. He’d even made time to call and talk at night. We stayed on the phone for over an hour yesterday, which was very weird, because I was not the easiest person to hold a conversation with.
Heck, I had no idea why he was trying so hard, but he was. I did wonder if it was because he’d run into Mason on his way out.
Oh, yeah. Mason had told me all about it, and he told me the story with a huge grin on his face. I’d been so shocked that I hadn’t said much at all during the few hours we worked on our project. I also had been pretty quiet during class, but like always, Mason made up for my silence.
Still jealous, though I think he thought he had it in the bag, since Calum had gone home.
What did he think he had in the bag? Me.
I had no idea why these two were so adamant about me, because really, there was nothing special about me. Nothing worth fighting over, but they seemed content to keep trying.
Michelle, of course, loved the drama. She liked hearing about both of my, to use her words, would-be suitors. It was as she sat on my bed and asked me what I was going to do that I realized she was probably right. I had to do something. We couldn’t go on like this.
As I remained silent, Michelle went on, “If you would’ve asked me two months ago if my sister would be stuck in a love triangle, I would’ve laughed. But here you are, in the middle of Cute and Cuter.” I had no idea which one was supposed to be which, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
A love triangle. Was that what this was? Was I stuck between two guys, and in the end I’d be forced to choose? Or maybe one of them would get sick and tired of the indecision on my part and leave, and thereby making my decision easier.
But then it probably wouldn’t be too long before the other one left, too. They both might claim they wanted to stick around, but I knew better. I knew, in the end, neither one would. Who would want to stay by my side for that long? I couldn’t even stomach myself.
“No hard feelings if you like Mason better. He is cute, and from what I hear, funny,” Michelle went on. “Calum’s a big boy, he’ll get over it.”
I shook my head a bit, not knowing what the hell I was going to do.
“Or do you like Calum better? He is older, and he’s out of the partying stage—although it doesn’t seem like Mason’s in that stage, either.” It was something she’d know, since she was knee-deep in that stage of her life herself.
“I don’t know who I like better,” I said, wondering if that made me a bad person. I didn’t know how many times I’d kissed Calum now…and Mason—he hadn’t made a move on me after his sudden kiss, but I knew he was dying to. I knew, if I gave him the go-ahead, he would gladly kiss me again. “I like them both.”
“I hear ya.”
“No, you don’t. You’re all for Kyle.”
“You’re right,” Michelle said, shrugging. “But still, I can see their appeal. I mean, I like both chips and cookies, you