beers down.
I swallow as I look from Sharon to him. “Nothing,” I mutter.
Sighing, Sharon stands from her seat and straps her purse over her shoulder. “I thought you changed, Nolan. I seriously can’t believe you.”
“I can’t believe myself sometimes, either.”
Her nostrils flare as she glares at me and then she shoves her chair beneath the table, causing a loud scraping against the floor. She dashes between the gaps of the tables to get to the door and as soon as she steps out, I release a breath of relief.
“What was that about?” Dawson asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“It’s nothing.”
“Nah, that was something,” he muses, raising his eyebrows. “Isn’t that Sharon? Why the hell is she here?”
“Because she claims to be visiting her family and some friends,” I sigh. “But to be honest, I think she’s trying to get my attention.”
“She came all the way from California to Miami just to get your attention?” he scoffs over the rim of his beer bottle. “I think that’s trying a little too damn hard.”
“Sharon was never the type to play it cool. She goes overboard on everything.”
“Seems stalkerish.”
“It is stalkerish,” I laugh then take a swig of beer.
I bring up Harper to him and he begins to talk about her, which I’m glad for. I can’t keep talking about Sharon with him. The curious glint in his eyes lets me know he knows something is up and I’m glad he’s the kind of guy who brushes certain conversations off.
I hope she doesn’t try and use the small weapon she has against me and Natalie. What Sharon and I did was nothing. What happened was a mistake. I can’t even remember the damn night because I was pissy drunk but I know for sure she opened up to me and begged for me to take her back. I refused and since then she hasn’t left me alone. Since that night, she’s been like a leach on my back that I can’t seem to get rid of.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Natalie
I’ve been writing all day and now I’m in need of a break. I just can’t help how I feel right now. It sucks to know maybe Nolan was right. I knew he didn’t want to destroy what was between us but I let one phone call manipulate me into believing that he had cheated on me. That assumption is what got me in this far with Tyler. If it weren’t for his friend answering and saying Nolan was with his ex, I wouldn’t have gone to Tyler’s party and I never would have made out with him. I never would have wanted to move on but I’m so confused about Nolan. I’m partially glad that I’ve stopped wallowing because if he has cheated on me with someone like Sharon, I’m not taking him back. I refuse to be the dumb, helpless girl again. Those days are over.
Grabbing a blanket, I place it over my legs and turn the TV on. The front door swings open about five minutes after and Harper steps in. At first sight of me, she sighs, placing her keys and purse on the coffee table. “You look lost beneath that blanket,” she says as she sits beside me.
“I’m just comfortable.”
“No. What’s wrong? Dawson told me Nolan stayed when he came to pick me up for lunch.”
Sighing, I tuck my legs beneath me and look at her. “I’m so confused, Harp. Tyler came over while Nolan was here—” She gasps but I don’t allow her to speak. “And he brought up the party and how I went upstairs with him while Nolan was right in front of us.”
“What?” Her face creases negatively. “Why would he do that in front of him?”
“I don’t know. It’s like he automatically knew who Nolan was and tried to get rid of him.” I grab her hands and she stares down at them for a moment before looking up at me. “Brittany told me something about Tyler earlier and right after I ran into Nolan’s ex, Sharon. It’s been a weird day for me.”
“What did she say about him? And why the fuck is his ex in Miami? Doesn’t she stay in California?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out! I don’t know why the hell she’s here.” I sigh, pulling my hands away to fold my fingers. “Brittany used to date Tyler but she told me something happened to her while she was with him. She says he can be very sweet but also very untrustworthy.”
Harper’s glassy