P.S. I Like You - Kasie West Page 0,71

He thought he was helping when really he was making this so much harder for me.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“You’re probably right,” he said with a sigh. “Half the reason I try to help people is to make myself feel … ” He trailed off and I had no idea how he was going to finish that sentence.

“Feel what?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. So, why were you so upset earlier?”

I swallowed hard. “I lost something important to me. And then I found out Lucas and I aren’t really compatible.” Mostly because I figured out I really like you but can’t have you.

“Compatible? You seem perfect for each other.”

“Is that an insult?” I normally wouldn’t take it as one, but coming from Cade, it felt like one.

“No. I just mean that he’s not mainstream. He’s a little different. You seem to like that.”

“I do.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“No problem. It was just bad timing, I guess. It’s not a big deal. Really.”

“A big enough deal to cry over.”

I had not been crying about Lucas. My guitar, yes. My never-to-be relationship with Cade, yes. But not Lucas. “It wasn’t about that. I’ll be fine.”

“But if you like someone enough you try to work on things.”

I laughed a little. “And there is the problem. We didn’t like each other enough.”

“Because you like someone else?”

My eyes locked on his. Had I somehow given that away? I needed to change the subject before the truth came out.

“What about you?” I asked quickly. “How have you been?”

“Since?”

“I don’t know. Since Thanksgiving when a rude person kicked you out of her house.”

He smiled. “Fine. Baseball keeps me busy.”

I heard the static of a walkie-talkie and stood up quickly. “Someone’s coming,” I whispered.

Cade didn’t look like he believed me at first but then there were voices coming up the walkway, talking about checking out the disturbance. Meaning us. We were the disturbance.

I jumped up and pulled Cade to the only door on the patio. We slipped inside what I thought would be a room that would lead us away from here but turned out to be a closet filled with more chairs. We wedged ourselves inside and Cade pulled the door closed behind us, instantly engulfing us in blackness.

He must’ve shifted to the left because his foot came down on mine. I breathed air between my teeth.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Where are you?”

I was so close to him I could feel his body heat, so I wasn’t sure why he couldn’t tell where I was. I put both hands up, thinking they were going to touch his back, but realized I was touching his chest instead. “Right here.”

He placed his hands over mine on his chest. “Now I won’t step on you.”

“We could just tell them we’re guests and got lost,” I suggested.

“And had to jump a fence? I’m afraid they’ll recognize me and take away my stepdad’s golf membership. They’ll know I wasn’t lost.”

“They’ll take away his membership over something lame like that?”

“Let’s just say they’re most likely looking for an excuse. He’s not the most pleasant person on the planet.”

I nodded even though Cade couldn’t see me in the darkness. Outside the door I could hear the voices. It was hard to tell what they were saying, even at full volume, so I wasn’t worried about Cade and me whispering.

“Do you get along with him?” I asked.

“My stepdad?”

“Yes.”

“No.” And that’s all he said. I assumed that meant he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Did you miss any classes this week?” I asked.

“No, why?”

“Oh.” I was not going to let that knowledge hurt my feelings. It didn’t matter. I was happy that he hadn’t written, I reminded myself.

“Why?” he asked again.

“I didn’t see you much is all.”

“Were you looking?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“You wish.”

He laughed softly and I felt the movement of it under my hands. I closed my eyes and willed my hands to be still, not to move or explore like they were dying to.

“Sasha told me.”

That statement solved the problem of my temptation.

My breath became shallow. She told him. Why would she tell him? What was she hoping to accomplish? But of course she told him.

So that solved the mystery of why he’d stopped writing me. He had been disappointed.

“She did?” It was all I could say. My breath was gone. My face was red. I was surprised it wasn’t glowing in the darkness. I tried to drop my hands but he was still holding them against his chest. “When?”

“Tuesday after the