“You tell yourself that but I swear I always hear you saying her name in your sleep whenever you spend the night,” I laugh.
“Ah, whatever,” he sighs, waving it off. Ivy has always been a person he hates talking about. She’s a sore spot for him. She really destroyed him and I don’t blame him for not wanting to talk about her. He dislikes Ivy just as much as I dislike Sharon for what she did to me. It’s pretty strong for him and Dawson isn’t the kind of guy who stands against peace so that speaks volume. He’s one of the most humble guys I know. “I’ll go grab us a round of beers,” he says. I nod and he pushes from the table to get to the bar.
The rock music seems louder and the buzz of the conversations around me fills my ear buds but the noise can’t block what’s on my mind. Natalie. I hope she isn’t dating Tyler. I hope Mills and Dawson are right. I just have to talk to her to find out. I don’t want her with anyone but me. It may seem selfish as hell but it’s the truth.
She was my girl first and it’s best to talk about it. I just can’t help how hurt I am. My pride doesn’t want me to face her. I just want to stay away for a while and go with some other girl that will block the hurt. It’s what I always did before and only because it was the easiest thing to do. I’m sure it would feel good right now—especially since Natalie has taken my heart and ran with it farther than any other girl has. If she is dating that kid, I’m not sure what the hell I’ll do.
The door of the bar opens and at first sight of the blonde hair and perky tits, my face creases with a frown. She scans the bar with lightly mascaraed eyelashes and her glossy lips pucker as she takes as step forward. Her dark skinny-jeans are low-rise and her pink blouse stops just at the navel, revealing her flat stomach. When Sharon reaches sight of me, her green eyes brighten and she rushes between the gaps of the tables to come my way.
“Nolan!” she chimes.
“What the hell do you want?”
She gasps dramatically. “Why are you being so mean to me? I just wanted to say hello.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I didn’t. I was looking for a seat but seems like they’re all taken. I’m supposed to be meeting a friend. She should be here in a few minutes.” She grins at me but I continue my scowl.
“What did you say to Natalie earlier?” Sharon’s cheeks lift as she grabs a menu and scans it. As she looks over each item, a smirk is still on her lips and it begins to tick me off. “Answer me!”
“It wasn’t anything too bad.”
“Why are you bothering her?” I hiss. “How do you even know what she looks like?”
“The first day I was helping you move, you left your phone on the kitchen table and I looked through it. I was curious. I wanted to see who the lucky girl you were dating was. She’s hot, but since when do you do dark-haired girls?”
“Since light-haired girls like you have always fucked me over.” I grip her wrist and she stares at my fingers that are clutched around her before looking at me beneath her eyelashes. “What did you say to her?” I growl through my teeth.
“I’m sure she told you.”
“She didn’t tell me everything and I highly doubt she believed you.”
“Trust me, there’s more to it,” she sighs. “She’s in denial right now but after a while, she’ll start to think maybe it’s the truth. Give her time to let it sink in.” She winks, I shudder.
“Leave her alone or I swear I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” she snaps. “You can’t hide what happened between us in California, Nolan. I’m not denying it. I want you back and I can tell you want me, too. I still feel like we can work it out and I’m sure I know you a lot more than she does.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say, chuckling dryly. “That one thing and you’re gonna blow it up? I’m not interested in you, Sharon.”
“That one thing meant a lot to me,” she hisses.
“Well get the hell over it because it’s never happening again.”