familiar, but I can’t place it at first. Brady’s soft brown irises are on me, patiently waiting for me to recognize it. Then the chorus comes and I figure out he is playing “Oh Sherrie” by Steve Perry, but he changes it to “Oh Sadie”. I return his smile and Brady sings it, mimicking Steve Perry in the eighties video. He clutches his fist close to his heart and bends his knees close to the ground. My whole body melts with a warmth I have never felt. There goes a little more of my heart.
Chapter 11
I hate Mondays, but I especially hate this Monday. After spending the weekend with Brady the last thing I want to do is Algebra. I’m still too embarrassed to ask Brady for help so I resort to my usual victim in tutoring and head to the sixth floor of the library, praying I find Grant.
Luck must be on my side because when the elevator doors slide open, he is unpacking his backpack at one of the tables. He glances over to me and a smile comes across his lips, revealing his perfect white teeth.
“Hey, Sadie. It’s been awhile.” He takes a seat on the table, waiting for me to walk up to him.
“I know, I’ve been kind of busy,” I admit. It suddenly dawns on me that this could be awkward since I’m about to ask him to help me in math even though I turned him down when he had asked me out.
“With Brady I assume?” The dislike in his tone is unmistakable.
“Um…”
“That’s alright, it’s none of my business.” He gets off the table and moves to sit down in a chair.
“So, Grant. I need a favor?” I bite my lower lip and use my best puppy dog eyes.
“When is it?” He gives a look similar to a disapproving father.
“In two hours.” I lift my shoulders and smile coyly.
“Sit down.” He motions to the seat across from him.
An hour and a half later I think I finally have a grasp of the material so I stand up to say goodbye. “Thank you, Grant, you’re a lifesaver.” I start packing up my bag.
“No problem. I’ll walk you to class.” He stands up and flings his backpack over his shoulder. I can’t help but notice how much Grant resembles Theo and every other guy I have ever known. The crisp polo and dark jeans with brown loafers. I could probably take any frat boy’s face and insert it on Grant’s body.
We make our way down and out of the library. Grant doesn’t touch me or stand close. He doesn’t ask me about Brady or tell me to watch out with him like he did prior. I’m starting to think a friendship between us could be possible.
Halfway to the Math building, we pass Vodka Vince and I have never seen him awake before. He still looks disheveled and unkempt but alert nonetheless. Brady’s words of caution ring through my head. Grant grabs my elbow and leads me to the other side of the walkway so we don’t pass directly by him. I glance over and give Grant a dirty look but follow his lead.
“Heya, Grant,” Vodka Vince speaks low to him. I look over, confused.
“Hi,” Grant responds, giving him a small wave of his hand and continues walking.
“You know him?” I ask.
“Doesn’t everyone?” he questions in return.
“But he knew your name, Grant.”
“Sometimes I leave him things.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“That’s nice,” I admit. What a different perspective than Brady.
“I guess.” He doesn’t show a reaction, obviously assuming everyone else does it. “Here you go.” Grant stops at the bottom steps, suddenly ready to get rid of me.
“Thanks again. I owe you one,” I graciously thank him.
“Maybe next time, dinner?” he asks.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” The chills hit my body before he places his hand on the small of my back and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. “Hey, baby.” Brady tugs me closer to him.
“Hi, Brady.” I allow him to be a little possessive of me before stepping away.
“So, you two are…” Grant says, annoyed.
“Together? Yes,” Brady confirms, finishing his sentence. His smile is smug and
Chapter 11
I hate Mondays, but I especially hate this Monday. After spending the weekend with Brady the last thing I want to do is Algebra. I’m still too embarrassed to ask Brady for help so I resort to my usual victim in tutoring and head to the sixth floor of the library, praying I find Grant.
Luck must be on my side because when the elevator doors slide open, he is unpacking his backpack at one of the tables. He glances over to me and a smile comes across his lips, revealing his perfect white teeth.
“Hey, Sadie. It’s been awhile.” He takes a seat on the table, waiting for me to walk up to him.
“I know, I’ve been kind of busy,” I admit. It suddenly dawns on me that this could be awkward since I’m about to ask him to help me in math even though I turned him down when he had asked me out.
“With Brady I assume?” The dislike in his tone is unmistakable.
“Um…”
“That’s alright, it’s none of my business.” He gets off the table and moves to sit down in a chair.
“So, Grant. I need a favor?” I bite my lower lip and use my best puppy dog eyes.
“When is it?” He gives a look similar to a disapproving father.
“In two hours.” I lift my shoulders and smile coyly.
“Sit down.” He motions to the seat across from him.
An hour and a half later I think I finally have a grasp of the material so I stand up to say goodbye. “Thank you, Grant, you’re a lifesaver.” I start packing up my bag.
“No problem. I’ll walk you to class.” He stands up and flings his backpack over his shoulder. I can’t help but notice how much Grant resembles Theo and every other guy I have ever known. The crisp polo and dark jeans with brown loafers. I could probably take any frat boy’s face and insert it on Grant’s body.
We make our way down and out of the library. Grant doesn’t touch me or stand close. He doesn’t ask me about Brady or tell me to watch out with him like he did prior. I’m starting to think a friendship between us could be possible.
Halfway to the Math building, we pass Vodka Vince and I have never seen him awake before. He still looks disheveled and unkempt but alert nonetheless. Brady’s words of caution ring through my head. Grant grabs my elbow and leads me to the other side of the walkway so we don’t pass directly by him. I glance over and give Grant a dirty look but follow his lead.
“Heya, Grant,” Vodka Vince speaks low to him. I look over, confused.
“Hi,” Grant responds, giving him a small wave of his hand and continues walking.
“You know him?” I ask.
“Doesn’t everyone?” he questions in return.
“But he knew your name, Grant.”
“Sometimes I leave him things.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“That’s nice,” I admit. What a different perspective than Brady.
“I guess.” He doesn’t show a reaction, obviously assuming everyone else does it. “Here you go.” Grant stops at the bottom steps, suddenly ready to get rid of me.
“Thanks again. I owe you one,” I graciously thank him.
“Maybe next time, dinner?” he asks.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” The chills hit my body before he places his hand on the small of my back and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. “Hey, baby.” Brady tugs me closer to him.
“Hi, Brady.” I allow him to be a little possessive of me before stepping away.
“So, you two are…” Grant says, annoyed.
“Together? Yes,” Brady confirms, finishing his sentence. His smile is smug and
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