you said Reilly was coming,” she questions.
“Long story,” I grumbled moving outside.
Heath’s back is to me, his eyes focused on the closed dry cleaners next to the diner.
When he doesn’t say anything, I decide I might as well get it out there. “I’m not sorry I kissed her.”
He rolls his shoulders before turning to face me. “I figured as much considering how long it took you to stop kissing her.”
My eyes close. He has every single right to be pissed at me.
Opening my eyes I reply, “I had to know for sure if it was her.”
He takes a step towards me. “Even though she’s engaged to me?”
“You’re not even in love with her!” I shout, making him flinch.
“What? And now you are?” He argues.
I move past him and sit down against the wall of the dry cleaners, my legs cocked in front of me.
“Don’t act like I’ve never talked to you about the girl I kissed.”
“Your mystery girl,” he sneers, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“I never knew she was Kacey,” I argue.
“You should know I kind of fucking hate you right now,” he spits, coming to sit next to me.
“I have no idea what to do.”
He scoffs, “You have no idea? What about me? What am I going to tell my mom?”
Fuck.
“We don’t know what Kacey is going to do—“
He cuts me off. “Don’t be an idiot. It’s always been you for her. I was stupid for thinking I had a shot.”
“You’re saying that like it’s inevitable.”
He gives me a look.
“What are you weirdos doing out here?” Reilly asks, walking up.
Heath hooks his thumb in my direction. “He wanted to take it outside.”
She crouches in front of us grabbing my chin and inspecting my face before doing the same to Heath. “You guys didn’t fight did you?”
“Nope; we’re currently feeling sorry for ourselves,” Heath replies.
“Oh God. I walked all this way for your pity party?” Her eyes move to me. “Get up, you’re treating me to a crème pie.”
Heath and I both get up and follow her into the diner. I grab my phone and my coffee before we all slide into a booth. Reilly and me on one side, Heath on the other.
Sydney walks over to check on us. “Hey guys, everything okay?”
Her eyes move back and forth between Heath and me. Shit. Did she hear what went down before we went outside?
“Everything is good.”
Her look is skeptical but she lets it go.
“How’ve you been?” Reilly asks her, moving her attention from Heath and me being idiots.
Sydney shrugs, leaning her hand on the back of Heath’s booth. “Back again. Sometimes I feel like a yo-yo. It seems like I always end up back here no matter how hard I try to stay away.”
“So, I take it San Fran was a bust?” Reilly frowns.
Sydney nods. “A gigantic I’m-swearing-off-men-forever bust.”
Heath glances up at her but she keeps her eyes on Reilly, so he looks at me instead. I lift my shoulders because it doesn’t seem like we’re invited to this conversation.
“I’m with you. There was this guy who I thought liked me but turns out it was all a lie. Swearing off men sounds like a smart idea,” Reilly agrees.
At this, I cough and lift my hand, “Thought I should remind you two that we’re sitting here.”
Reilly rolls her eyes. “You don’t count. And sorry, Heath, but you never did it for me.”
My eyes widen. “Christ, Reilly, it wasn’t an offer.”
Sydney laughs and shakes her head. “Can I get you guys anything to eat?”
“I’ll take a slice of crème pie,” requests Reilly.
“Can I have a warm up?” I ask, lifting my moose mug.
Her eyes land on Heath.
“Coffee sounds good,” he answers.
Once Sydney walks away, I look at Reilly. “Where’s Kacey?”
She sets her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hands. “Heath pretty much followed you out the door when you took off. I tried talking to her but she just kept saying ‘Oh my God’ over and over again. I even shook her.” She blanches when she sees my face go
“Long story,” I grumbled moving outside.
Heath’s back is to me, his eyes focused on the closed dry cleaners next to the diner.
When he doesn’t say anything, I decide I might as well get it out there. “I’m not sorry I kissed her.”
He rolls his shoulders before turning to face me. “I figured as much considering how long it took you to stop kissing her.”
My eyes close. He has every single right to be pissed at me.
Opening my eyes I reply, “I had to know for sure if it was her.”
He takes a step towards me. “Even though she’s engaged to me?”
“You’re not even in love with her!” I shout, making him flinch.
“What? And now you are?” He argues.
I move past him and sit down against the wall of the dry cleaners, my legs cocked in front of me.
“Don’t act like I’ve never talked to you about the girl I kissed.”
“Your mystery girl,” he sneers, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“I never knew she was Kacey,” I argue.
“You should know I kind of fucking hate you right now,” he spits, coming to sit next to me.
“I have no idea what to do.”
He scoffs, “You have no idea? What about me? What am I going to tell my mom?”
Fuck.
“We don’t know what Kacey is going to do—“
He cuts me off. “Don’t be an idiot. It’s always been you for her. I was stupid for thinking I had a shot.”
“You’re saying that like it’s inevitable.”
He gives me a look.
“What are you weirdos doing out here?” Reilly asks, walking up.
Heath hooks his thumb in my direction. “He wanted to take it outside.”
She crouches in front of us grabbing my chin and inspecting my face before doing the same to Heath. “You guys didn’t fight did you?”
“Nope; we’re currently feeling sorry for ourselves,” Heath replies.
“Oh God. I walked all this way for your pity party?” Her eyes move to me. “Get up, you’re treating me to a crème pie.”
Heath and I both get up and follow her into the diner. I grab my phone and my coffee before we all slide into a booth. Reilly and me on one side, Heath on the other.
Sydney walks over to check on us. “Hey guys, everything okay?”
Her eyes move back and forth between Heath and me. Shit. Did she hear what went down before we went outside?
“Everything is good.”
Her look is skeptical but she lets it go.
“How’ve you been?” Reilly asks her, moving her attention from Heath and me being idiots.
Sydney shrugs, leaning her hand on the back of Heath’s booth. “Back again. Sometimes I feel like a yo-yo. It seems like I always end up back here no matter how hard I try to stay away.”
“So, I take it San Fran was a bust?” Reilly frowns.
Sydney nods. “A gigantic I’m-swearing-off-men-forever bust.”
Heath glances up at her but she keeps her eyes on Reilly, so he looks at me instead. I lift my shoulders because it doesn’t seem like we’re invited to this conversation.
“I’m with you. There was this guy who I thought liked me but turns out it was all a lie. Swearing off men sounds like a smart idea,” Reilly agrees.
At this, I cough and lift my hand, “Thought I should remind you two that we’re sitting here.”
Reilly rolls her eyes. “You don’t count. And sorry, Heath, but you never did it for me.”
My eyes widen. “Christ, Reilly, it wasn’t an offer.”
Sydney laughs and shakes her head. “Can I get you guys anything to eat?”
“I’ll take a slice of crème pie,” requests Reilly.
“Can I have a warm up?” I ask, lifting my moose mug.
Her eyes land on Heath.
“Coffee sounds good,” he answers.
Once Sydney walks away, I look at Reilly. “Where’s Kacey?”
She sets her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hands. “Heath pretty much followed you out the door when you took off. I tried talking to her but she just kept saying ‘Oh my God’ over and over again. I even shook her.” She blanches when she sees my face go
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