The Best Mistake - Cookie O'Gorman Page 0,38
even try to ask me out. Can you believe that?”
I sighed and looked over at her. “You are a hard person to ignore.”
Charlie nodded. “Damn right, I am.”
“And he’s not my boy toy,” I mumbled. “Like I told you, we’re just—”
“Friends?” Charlie rolled her eyes with a scoff. Reclining back on my bed, laying on all of the clothes there, she grinned. “Oh please, I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other.”
“How were we looking at each other?” I asked, putting another shirt up to my chest for a second before throwing it aside.
“Like you wanted to go at it right there in the living room.”
I gasped, nearly swallowing my tongue at her words. “We were not.”
“Were, too,” she said, sitting up. “Archer definitely was. And I could tell you how this is going to end, but I think I’ll just sit back and watch it all play out. You guys are too cute together.”
Shaking my head, a blush was permanently etched on my cheeks as I held up another shirt, raised my eyebrow at Charlie. She bit her lip a second before shaking her head. With a groan, I joined her on the bed. It wasn’t like I was getting anywhere clothes-wise. My whole wardrobe seemed to be against me today. At this rate, I’d be showing up at the game in my PJ’s.
“Just to be clear,” I said again, “he wasn’t looking at me like that.”
“Okay…but yes, he was,” Charlie said then groaned a second later. “Which is exactly how his brother should’ve been looking at me. Seriously, I gave him all my best cues. The hair flip”—she pushed her hair over her shoulder—”the flirtatious glance”—she looked at me then away—”the pout”—she pursed her lips, making them seem even more lush—”and the words which you know I’m awesome at. What is this Chase guy’s deal?”
I was having a hard time not laughing. She sounded so put out. “Maybe he was just having an off day and couldn’t read the signs.”
“You think?” she asked, then looked down at her body. “My boobs still look good, right?”
I did laugh at that. “Yes! Oh my gosh, Charlie, please. They’re just as perky as ever. If Chase didn’t notice you, that’s his problem. Not yours.”
She smiled as her gaze came back to mine. “I know, right? Now, remind me. Why are you going through all of your stuff again?”
Looking around the room, I frowned. “It looks like a tornado hit. Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Ugh, I don’t know what to wear.”
“Why does it matter so much?” Charlie asked. “It’s just a baseball game.”
In my head, I knew Charlie was right, and maybe if I felt more rational, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. It shouldn’t be. But…
“Well, it’s my first one, and I’m not sure what to expect.”
Charlie nodded. “And?”
“And important people are going to be there.”
“Oh, important, you don’t say. And?” she prompted again.
“And…well…”
“Yes…”
I shot her a glare. “You know I hate you, right?”
Charlie just smiled. “No, you don’t. You love me like I love you. Now, what were you going to say?”
Taking a deep breath, I said, “I know I shouldn’t care, but so far, Archer’s only seen me in a red sexy dress looking like a pinup or dressed like a bum how I was that first time I went to the field so he wouldn’t recognize me. Or,” I closed my eyes, “in my comfy pajamas. There was also the time outside his mom’s office, but that was really brief. I want to look like me, but I…want to look nice.”
“There,” she said. “Was that so hard?”
Yes, I thought. “So, will you help me or what?”
“Of course, young grasshopper,” she said and patted me on the shoulder. Standing up, she eyed my clothes for a couple of minutes, then picked up my favorite pair of light wash jeans, a plain white t-shirt that I loved because of how laid back yet feminine it made me feel, and my nicest pair of sneakers. “What about these? Or we could even get a jersey at the student store before the game if you want.”
My jaw dropped as I stared. “I’ve been at this for an hour. How did you manage to pick out the perfect outfit so fast?”
Charlie shrugged then handed me the clothes. “I have an eye for fashion. It’s no big deal. Plus, I know you and what you’re most comfortable in.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Welcome,” she said then stopped at my door. Turning back