Me: Okay. I love you. Kiss the girls for me.
Mom: I love you too. And I will.
Saturday, August 27th
You don’t have a bra on.
10:30am
Clearly missed breakfast. Can’t remember what is supposed to be going on today. Did we miss something already?
I grab my phone and read a few texts.
The love of my life <3: You up yet? Heard you had some fun at the party :)
Wait, that’s confusing. I have to change that. There, that’s better.
Dallas: You up yet? Heard you had some fun at the party :)
B<3: Miss you.
Peyton: You need to be in the dance locker room at 2:30 to get your uniform and get dressed. We have to be on the field a little before three.
Sex God: You kissed my brother?
Shit.
First things first.
Me: Your brother kissed me. He was drunk. It was horrible.
Sex God: You didn’t like kissing him?
Me: OMG! NO! It was AWFUL!
Sex God: Maybe I should come kiss you now. Can’t let him ruin the Johnson brothers’ reputation. BTW, what are you wearing?
Me: I’m told your reputation precedes you, so no kissing is necessary. And PJ shorts and tank top. Still in bed.
Sex God: Heard that’s what you wore to the party. White tank top with a leopard bra underneath. I was jealous at first, but I already saw that bra :)
Me: Yes, you saw my bra strap when I was holding up my dress. Gee, I’m such a slut.
Sex God: So you ready for the big scrimmage today? Ready to watch me kick some ass?
Me: I guess. I have to dance or something at it.
Sex God: Can I come over?
Me: Why?
Sex God: Maybe I need a cuddle.
Me: I just woke up. I’m sure I look like shit.
Sex God: Doubtful. Go brush your teeth. I will be there in like 2 minutes.
Me: No!
Sex God: I have coffee and muffins.
Me: Awww, that’s really nice.
Sex God: Oh, I’m gonna be very nice...
Me: <3 and no.
I’m not sure what to say to Brooklyn. And for some reason, I can’t seem to bring myself to delete the heart by his name. I wonder if he was right about fate. That if we were meant to be together, then fate would help us find a way. Of course, fate would also need to teach him to appreciate my love of shoes and discos before that would ever work. I sigh. Try not to list all the mistakes I’ve made lately in my head, and just reply with, Miss you too.
Now I want to find out what Dallas heard.
Me: What’d you hear?
Dallas: Dawson kissed you. Dumped a girl off his lap, walked across the room, and attacked you.
Me: Yeah, it was awful. I stopped it as quickly as I could.
Dallas: And what about Aiden?
Me: How do you know all this shit?
Dallas: I also know Riley is buying you coffee and muffins as we speak :)
Me: You’re scaring me. What do you know about Aiden?
Dallas: Heard you kissed. Heard you got mad at him. Heard you were crying in the hall.
Me: He told you??
Dallas: Can’t give up my sources
.
Me: DID HE TELL YOU?? YES OR NO??!!!!
Dallas: No.
Me: He did kiss me, but he decided he doesn’t really like me.
Dallas: You sure about that?
Me: Yes. He kissed me. It was amazing. But that’s all he did. No hands, no tongues, just a kiss. Well a couple kisses.
Dallas: Hmmm. Maybe he wants to take it slow.
Me: Only people who don’t like you want to take it that slow. But I’m glad I know now. So I won’t get my heart broken.
I get up, run to the bathroom, pee, brush my teeth, run my hands through my hair, and remove the mascara smudges from underneath my eyes. I’m just finishing when Riley knocks gently on the door. Katie is still asleep, so I run over to the door quickly and open it.
And there is Riley. Looking hot in a bright orange Polo rugby shirt and khaki cargo shorts.
“I think I’m a little underdressed,” I say.
He hands me a tray of coffees and holds up a bag of muffins. I walk over and set them on my nightstand.
I hear Katie’s sleepy voice groan, “Please say one of those coffees is for me.”
Riley nods, gets a blueberry muffin and a coffee, and hands them to her.
“Hey, I’m gonna shower and get ready. I’ll be in the bathroom for probably at least a half hour,” she says with a smirk on her face. Like I’m gonna have sex with Riley the second she leaves. “Thanks for the muffin, Riley.”
The minute she walks out of our room, Riley grabs me and throws me on the bed.
“Hey, I need sustenance.”
He rolls on top of me, pins my arms above my head, and says, “I need something to sustain me too. God. You don’t have a bra on.”
“Oh, shit. I forgot. I’m sorry.”
He breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh, no. No apologies necessary.”
“So you have a muffin for me too?”