delicious.
CHAPTER 24
I know break-ups are hard. I’d
never personally gone through one. Because that would have
required, you know, me having actually been in a relationship. Which I’d
never been in. Ever. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d had plenty of action with
girls. Some might say, more than my share. But I didn’t go for the “dating”
stuff. (Calling, or dressing up, or taking a girl to a movie, or a dance … or
okay, anywhere that I wasn’t already at.) That stuff wasn’t my thing. Still, I
knew a lot of people that had been in relationships (of course). So I was
aware, break-ups suck.
So, though I was inwardly rejoicing
and dancing a jig that Ally was no longer tied to Poser, I was also sorry for
her. The glow I was used to seeing around her had dimmed. It was more like
there was a cloud over her now. I didn’t like that.
One morning at my locker, Hailey
waved her hand in front of my face, blocking my view of watching Ally as she watched Poser and Fauna from a
distance.
Hailey glared at me, like I’d been
doing something perverted. And horrifying. But I wasn’t. I mean , I wasn’t stalking Ally—which to Hailey would have
been unspeakable. And unbearable. And
unforgivable. But I wasn’t. I mean, I’d just been at my locker, reading
texts people had sent me (I get behind), then I looked up and caught sight of
Ally—and she kept watching Poser, so I found that interesting. But I
didn’t get out binoculars or anything.
Hailey growled. “She’s not free or
anything, Griffin. If she snaps her fingers—Aiden will come back to her.
Besides, to her you’re the devil disguised as a hot biker model. She’ll always
run from the devil ,
Griffin—always—no matter how good he looks to her. Or how
tempting.”
I quirked an
eyebrow. The devil, wow.
Restraining a grin, I put my hand
over my heart. “Ouch.”
Hailey rolled her eyes and went on,
like calling me the devil wasn’t enough to make her point. “Besides, she’s
already got another guy on her leash. And he’s just like Baker and Aiden. Exactly the same as
them— exactly —which is
totally the opposite of you. The total opposite. Face it Griffin, she’ll never go for you—never.”
I bit back another grin. “Take it
easy, Pop-fly. I wasn’t planning my marriage proposal.”
Besides, I already knew about the
guy she was talking about. This girly guy—Milo. He sort of swooped in and tried to take Poser’s place with Ally the minute they
broke up. She didn’t seem to really be feeling the guy, but he was definitely
giving it his best shot. Plus he was the star of the school play, and Ally was
playing the piano for the production. So, they had that in common—the
play.
Plus, Milo had a girly vibe. Ally
seemed to be into that. Guys she could take shoe shopping, and cry over chick
movies with, and swap make-up tips while they braided each other’s hair and did
their nails. (Okay, maybe they didn’t do all that. I have no idea.)
But like I said—I could tell
she wasn’t really into Milo. Unfortunately, like I also said, she wasn’t over
Aiden. So, I couldn’t be too happy
about their break-up … though I did start getting those “anonymous” gifts from
Ally on a semi-regular basis. That I was happy about.
It was like I was her distraction
from Poser or something. Only if I was, I was second tier. Her real distraction
was Milo—since he got to get near her and everything.
Still, even with girly Milo buzzing
around her—still—she was leaving me baked treats at my locker. And
sometimes she’d even throw in a random vague poem that would whisper about
“kisses” or “heroes” and stir up my heart, and make it hard to pretend it
didn’t warm me up inside every time I looked at her.
Even though I knew it would piss
off Hailey, I leaned against my locker and glanced back over at Ally. She looked
sad. She was with her friends, but she kept sneaking looks at Poser and Fauna
as they held
CHAPTER 24
I know break-ups are hard. I’d
never personally gone through one. Because that would have
required, you know, me having actually been in a relationship. Which I’d
never been in. Ever. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d had plenty of action with
girls. Some might say, more than my share. But I didn’t go for the “dating”
stuff. (Calling, or dressing up, or taking a girl to a movie, or a dance … or
okay, anywhere that I wasn’t already at.) That stuff wasn’t my thing. Still, I
knew a lot of people that had been in relationships (of course). So I was
aware, break-ups suck.
So, though I was inwardly rejoicing
and dancing a jig that Ally was no longer tied to Poser, I was also sorry for
her. The glow I was used to seeing around her had dimmed. It was more like
there was a cloud over her now. I didn’t like that.
One morning at my locker, Hailey
waved her hand in front of my face, blocking my view of watching Ally as she watched Poser and Fauna from a
distance.
Hailey glared at me, like I’d been
doing something perverted. And horrifying. But I wasn’t. I mean , I wasn’t stalking Ally—which to Hailey would have
been unspeakable. And unbearable. And
unforgivable. But I wasn’t. I mean, I’d just been at my locker, reading
texts people had sent me (I get behind), then I looked up and caught sight of
Ally—and she kept watching Poser, so I found that interesting. But I
didn’t get out binoculars or anything.
Hailey growled. “She’s not free or
anything, Griffin. If she snaps her fingers—Aiden will come back to her.
Besides, to her you’re the devil disguised as a hot biker model. She’ll always
run from the devil ,
Griffin—always—no matter how good he looks to her. Or how
tempting.”
I quirked an
eyebrow. The devil, wow.
Restraining a grin, I put my hand
over my heart. “Ouch.”
Hailey rolled her eyes and went on,
like calling me the devil wasn’t enough to make her point. “Besides, she’s
already got another guy on her leash. And he’s just like Baker and Aiden. Exactly the same as
them— exactly —which is
totally the opposite of you. The total opposite. Face it Griffin, she’ll never go for you—never.”
I bit back another grin. “Take it
easy, Pop-fly. I wasn’t planning my marriage proposal.”
Besides, I already knew about the
guy she was talking about. This girly guy—Milo. He sort of swooped in and tried to take Poser’s place with Ally the minute they
broke up. She didn’t seem to really be feeling the guy, but he was definitely
giving it his best shot. Plus he was the star of the school play, and Ally was
playing the piano for the production. So, they had that in common—the
play.
Plus, Milo had a girly vibe. Ally
seemed to be into that. Guys she could take shoe shopping, and cry over chick
movies with, and swap make-up tips while they braided each other’s hair and did
their nails. (Okay, maybe they didn’t do all that. I have no idea.)
But like I said—I could tell
she wasn’t really into Milo. Unfortunately, like I also said, she wasn’t over
Aiden. So, I couldn’t be too happy
about their break-up … though I did start getting those “anonymous” gifts from
Ally on a semi-regular basis. That I was happy about.
It was like I was her distraction
from Poser or something. Only if I was, I was second tier. Her real distraction
was Milo—since he got to get near her and everything.
Still, even with girly Milo buzzing
around her—still—she was leaving me baked treats at my locker. And
sometimes she’d even throw in a random vague poem that would whisper about
“kisses” or “heroes” and stir up my heart, and make it hard to pretend it
didn’t warm me up inside every time I looked at her.
Even though I knew it would piss
off Hailey, I leaned against my locker and glanced back over at Ally. She looked
sad. She was with her friends, but she kept sneaking looks at Poser and Fauna
as they held
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