that hadn't been seen since I was ten when I didn't get that pony I wanted for Christmas. He didn't want a girlfriend. He was not interested in me in that way because he did porn. I gave myself an internal cheer, screaming at my self-esteem to get up because if I really wanted to be in a relationship, or to have sex with someone, I wouldn't have a problem finding a person to do that with. I was pretty, smart, and funny, I told myself.
I nodded, forcing a smile because I knew I wouldn't gain anything but loser points by letting him see that his words had bothered me. The awful thing was, I knew I was a terrible actress. Nikki and Josh had drilled that reality in my head forever, but I couldn’t care less. "That makes a ton of sense," I said with an even voice.
By the look on his face, I could tell he sensed my discomfort because his smile was a mix of sweet and sad. He started pulling at his wild brown hair and sighed. "Kat, I don't have any friends besides Calum, but he's more like a brother to me."
Josh decided in that moment to start hollering my name across the bar where he stood with his newest friend. I put my index finger up to let him know he needed to give me a second. My stomach didn't know whether to drop or do flip flops because obviously, he wasn't going to be asking me out with this speech, but the anticipation was quickly killing me.
Tristan continued pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on his heels like a nervous kid. "Back at the convention I was just trying to tell you that I'd hope we could try to be friends?"
I wanted to give him the finger.
But I also wanted to hug him and tell him I'd take whatever he was willing to give me, like a fool.
But fuck.
Shit .
"Yeah," I told him with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
Should I tell him that my three friends had all seen me naked multiple times and vice-versa? Probably not.
He gave me a happy smile, nodding at my acceptance of our possible friendship. "Okay."
I still wanted to give him the finger.
Twice.
A deeper urge made me want to yell in frustration because really ? I had three great friends already, and I was more about quality than quantity, but my heart was weak and unable to say no to Tristan's request. He was too hot and that's what was terrible about it. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, more so than any movie star or model, and I really couldn't put my finger on what set him apart. I think it was because I had a suspicion that he may have been a reformed nerd, or something along those lines. He was too goofy to have been a well-adjusted person his entire life.
"I'm gonna go get Josh's keys so I can drive home. It looks like he's going home with his new buddy," I told him, not really knowing whether or not I was asking him to stay and wait for me.
Tristan nodded. "I'll wait for you here then," he answered, tucking those big hands into his front pockets.
Josh was hanging off the bar, standing way too close to his new blonde buddy. As soon as he saw me approaching he stepped away from his friend, holding his arms out to wrap me in a hug. "Thank you so much for everything," he said, squeezing me so tightly against him I ran the risk of letting out gas.
"You're welcome. I hope you had a good party," I mumbled against his neck while he clung to me. "Are you gonna butter your roll tonight?" I asked, poking him in the belly.
Josh laughed against my hair. "Hell yeah. Have you seen his ass? Those buns were baked to perfection."
"Oh lord," I snorted.
Pulling me away just a bit, he dipped his head to look me in the eye. "You're fine to drive my car home, right?"
I used to roll my eyes at him when he'd assume the role of an over-protective parent, but now I indulged the lad. I asked Nikki and Zoey to call me when they got home whenever they'd leave my apartment, so I wasn’t much better than Josh. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Alright,
I nodded, forcing a smile because I knew I wouldn't gain anything but loser points by letting him see that his words had bothered me. The awful thing was, I knew I was a terrible actress. Nikki and Josh had drilled that reality in my head forever, but I couldn’t care less. "That makes a ton of sense," I said with an even voice.
By the look on his face, I could tell he sensed my discomfort because his smile was a mix of sweet and sad. He started pulling at his wild brown hair and sighed. "Kat, I don't have any friends besides Calum, but he's more like a brother to me."
Josh decided in that moment to start hollering my name across the bar where he stood with his newest friend. I put my index finger up to let him know he needed to give me a second. My stomach didn't know whether to drop or do flip flops because obviously, he wasn't going to be asking me out with this speech, but the anticipation was quickly killing me.
Tristan continued pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on his heels like a nervous kid. "Back at the convention I was just trying to tell you that I'd hope we could try to be friends?"
I wanted to give him the finger.
But I also wanted to hug him and tell him I'd take whatever he was willing to give me, like a fool.
But fuck.
Shit .
"Yeah," I told him with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
Should I tell him that my three friends had all seen me naked multiple times and vice-versa? Probably not.
He gave me a happy smile, nodding at my acceptance of our possible friendship. "Okay."
I still wanted to give him the finger.
Twice.
A deeper urge made me want to yell in frustration because really ? I had three great friends already, and I was more about quality than quantity, but my heart was weak and unable to say no to Tristan's request. He was too hot and that's what was terrible about it. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, more so than any movie star or model, and I really couldn't put my finger on what set him apart. I think it was because I had a suspicion that he may have been a reformed nerd, or something along those lines. He was too goofy to have been a well-adjusted person his entire life.
"I'm gonna go get Josh's keys so I can drive home. It looks like he's going home with his new buddy," I told him, not really knowing whether or not I was asking him to stay and wait for me.
Tristan nodded. "I'll wait for you here then," he answered, tucking those big hands into his front pockets.
Josh was hanging off the bar, standing way too close to his new blonde buddy. As soon as he saw me approaching he stepped away from his friend, holding his arms out to wrap me in a hug. "Thank you so much for everything," he said, squeezing me so tightly against him I ran the risk of letting out gas.
"You're welcome. I hope you had a good party," I mumbled against his neck while he clung to me. "Are you gonna butter your roll tonight?" I asked, poking him in the belly.
Josh laughed against my hair. "Hell yeah. Have you seen his ass? Those buns were baked to perfection."
"Oh lord," I snorted.
Pulling me away just a bit, he dipped his head to look me in the eye. "You're fine to drive my car home, right?"
I used to roll my eyes at him when he'd assume the role of an over-protective parent, but now I indulged the lad. I asked Nikki and Zoey to call me when they got home whenever they'd leave my apartment, so I wasn’t much better than Josh. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Alright,
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