just playing games with you. He’s a player. That’s what he does. He gets a girl to fall for him, breaks her heart, then he’s on to another girl.” Conner ran his hands through his hair. “It’s a game.”
I bit my lip. Maybe that was true. I’d seen it happen a lot, girls falling for Trent. Him roaming from girl to girl. But Trent seemed so sincere. Was that part of his act?
“Look,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually felt, “this has nothing to do with anything but the dance. I came with Trent and I’m leaving with Trent.”
“Megan, I can’t take it, seeing you with that guy!”
I just tilted my head. It hadn’t exactly been a party seeing him with Laura. What did he think I’d been doing? Dancing a jig? “Go home Conner,” I told him. But when he started to walk away, I thought better of it. Suddenly, I was concerned.
I grabbed his arm. “How much did you drink?”
He furrowed his brow. “Drink?”
He seemed embarrassed that I knew. He tried to deny it. But finally he said, “Geez, Megan, I’m not drunk. Don’t worry about it.”
But I was worried. I didn’t hang around people who drank. I had no idea how much was too much. All I knew was, you’re not supposed to drink and drive.
“We’ll give you a ride,” I told him.
He widened his eyes incredulously. “You and your new boyfriend?”
“Just to be safe.”
He looked at me as though I was nuts. “I’m not getting in a car with that guy. Talk about drunk, the guy drinks like a fish. He’s the one you should be worried about.”
“He didn’t drink tonight,” I said.
Conner scoffed at the idea, both that Trent hadn’t drank, and that we would give him a ride home. “I’m not getting in a car with that guy,” Conner said adamantly. “If you’re that worried about me, you can give me a ride. But not him.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Fine,” I relented at last.
He really didn’t seem drunk. He was probably fine to drive home. After all, he had driven Laura there and gotten back in one piece. But I couldn’t take that chance. If he were to get into an accident.…
I had to go outside and explain the situation to Trent. I felt awful. But he took it well. Actually, he didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Which kind of hurt. A lot.
“Well, it was fun,” he said. “Dancing and everything.”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
We stood a moment, looking at each other.
“Well, drive carefully,” he said.
“Yeah. Uh, okay,” I stammered, backing away. “Thanks.”
I guess to him, the deal was over. A big success. That sort of made me want to cry.
chapter 19
I tromped into Conner’s car feeling resentful. He had ruined the last of my evening with Trent. And it was my last evening!
I drove him home in silence, stewing.
It was weird to be feeling this way, full of resentment. After all, here I was, alone with Conner. It wasn’t long ago I’d have given my left arm for a chance like this, being alone with him, having him tell me how much he’s missed me. But the thing was, if I hadn’t gone to the dance with Trent, if I had stayed home, lonely and miserable, would this moment even be happening? I doubted it. If I had stayed lonely and miserable Conner would have been perfectly happy to trot off with Laura. He just couldn’t stand to see me, his loyal puppy dog, actually moving on. Getting a life. Falling in love.
I pulled up in front of Conner’s house.
“Do you want to come in?” he asked. “We could make banana splits, like we used to after a dance.” He grinned. “And then drink hot chocolate to warm us up.”
It seemed he was taking it for granted I had forgiven him. That since I left the dance with him, obviously
I bit my lip. Maybe that was true. I’d seen it happen a lot, girls falling for Trent. Him roaming from girl to girl. But Trent seemed so sincere. Was that part of his act?
“Look,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually felt, “this has nothing to do with anything but the dance. I came with Trent and I’m leaving with Trent.”
“Megan, I can’t take it, seeing you with that guy!”
I just tilted my head. It hadn’t exactly been a party seeing him with Laura. What did he think I’d been doing? Dancing a jig? “Go home Conner,” I told him. But when he started to walk away, I thought better of it. Suddenly, I was concerned.
I grabbed his arm. “How much did you drink?”
He furrowed his brow. “Drink?”
He seemed embarrassed that I knew. He tried to deny it. But finally he said, “Geez, Megan, I’m not drunk. Don’t worry about it.”
But I was worried. I didn’t hang around people who drank. I had no idea how much was too much. All I knew was, you’re not supposed to drink and drive.
“We’ll give you a ride,” I told him.
He widened his eyes incredulously. “You and your new boyfriend?”
“Just to be safe.”
He looked at me as though I was nuts. “I’m not getting in a car with that guy. Talk about drunk, the guy drinks like a fish. He’s the one you should be worried about.”
“He didn’t drink tonight,” I said.
Conner scoffed at the idea, both that Trent hadn’t drank, and that we would give him a ride home. “I’m not getting in a car with that guy,” Conner said adamantly. “If you’re that worried about me, you can give me a ride. But not him.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Fine,” I relented at last.
He really didn’t seem drunk. He was probably fine to drive home. After all, he had driven Laura there and gotten back in one piece. But I couldn’t take that chance. If he were to get into an accident.…
I had to go outside and explain the situation to Trent. I felt awful. But he took it well. Actually, he didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Which kind of hurt. A lot.
“Well, it was fun,” he said. “Dancing and everything.”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
We stood a moment, looking at each other.
“Well, drive carefully,” he said.
“Yeah. Uh, okay,” I stammered, backing away. “Thanks.”
I guess to him, the deal was over. A big success. That sort of made me want to cry.
chapter 19
I tromped into Conner’s car feeling resentful. He had ruined the last of my evening with Trent. And it was my last evening!
I drove him home in silence, stewing.
It was weird to be feeling this way, full of resentment. After all, here I was, alone with Conner. It wasn’t long ago I’d have given my left arm for a chance like this, being alone with him, having him tell me how much he’s missed me. But the thing was, if I hadn’t gone to the dance with Trent, if I had stayed home, lonely and miserable, would this moment even be happening? I doubted it. If I had stayed lonely and miserable Conner would have been perfectly happy to trot off with Laura. He just couldn’t stand to see me, his loyal puppy dog, actually moving on. Getting a life. Falling in love.
I pulled up in front of Conner’s house.
“Do you want to come in?” he asked. “We could make banana splits, like we used to after a dance.” He grinned. “And then drink hot chocolate to warm us up.”
It seemed he was taking it for granted I had forgiven him. That since I left the dance with him, obviously
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