Page 47 of Keep Me
Her shoulders relaxed and her breathing calmed as she took me in.
“Hey Britt. Long time, no see.” I threw her a lopsided smile, following her lead and taking her in. Honestly, if I wasn’t trying to charm her, I’d want to rip that Covey Crushers jersey off her. Not only had she forgotten our relationship status, but she’d seemingly forgotten her loyalty to the Covey Wildcats.
Her lips pressed together but quirked at the edges as she looked everywhere but at me. Her nerves were showing, and I’d never felt more friend zoned in my life.
“Yeah,” she squeaked out, stepping closer to the cashier. She wasn’t quite in front, but she seemed desperate to move things along. “When was the last time we saw each other?” Her voice was shaky and frankly, I was pissed off she’d asked that.
“The wedding.”
“Oh yeah, how could I forget?” She was lying, I knew it because I knewher.Her left eye always twitched when she lied. Sometimes it felt like I knew her and her idiosyncrasies better than I knew myself.
“Not sure, because sitting naked in between your thighs with my face glistening from tasting you is burned in my memory forever.”
One sharp breath and a little squeak later, Britt had stepped closer to the counter, but she couldn’t get rid of me. I’d stunned her into silence, and that was okay, as I still had more things to say.
“What are you doing at a Crushers game? Our entire friendship you’ve always talked about how you’re a football girl, and yet, here you are, wearing a Crushers jersey.” One that made her look hot as fuck, but I’d keep that to myself for now.
“Yeah, well, things change.”
“That they do.”
Two months hadn’t changed how beautiful she was or that I was in love with her. So desperately that I was annoyed she wasn’t running into my arms because she felt the same way.
“I’ve been trying to call.”
Why the hell did I say that?
She crinkled her nose “Oh, have you?” Her voice was three octaves higher than usual and her eye twitched again. Well, that was disappointing. What the hell wasn’t she telling me?
“Yeah. Have you changed your number or something?”
“Nope,” she stated, taking another step forward and smiling at the people around us.
Fuck them.
Her attention should be solely on me.
I pressed my lips together and nodded. “So, you’re just ignoring me, then?” I couldn’t be bothered to pretend I wasn’t upset with her anymore. It felt like we were talking in riddles, and I needed to be honest. “After the wedding, you didn’t think it was probably important that we talk?”
She shut her eyes and let out an uneasy mewl. That was when I saw it. Regret. It was sprawled all over her face.
“N-no, of course not. I’m here because Sienna needed an assistant, and I get credit for it. In terms of everything else, well, it’s senior year and I’m really busy with everything. Did you hear I’m head broadcaster for the football season?”
I held back a sarcastic laugh. She couldn’t be serious right now. Did I hear? Of course I’d heard. If Britt was a major at this school, I would be valedictorian.
“I kind of figured I’d speak to you at one of the games since we’ve both been busy doing our own thing.”
“Busy? Yeah. You looked a little busy out there.”
I clenched my jaw, waiting for any tiny reaction from her. I was a glutton for punishment, and a sick part of me wanted her toadmit she was seeing Erik. At least then I wouldn’t be driving myself crazy wondering about it.
“What are you talking about?”
I shook my head, huffing out a laugh, hating that she couldn’t be honest with me. I was being rejected by my best friend, and she was doing everything she could to pretend that Vegas didn’t happen.
“Sorry for the wait. What would you like?” The cashier broke the tension between us, but I couldn’t stop glaring at my best friend. When she didn’t speak, I took the lead.
Slipping my hand around her hip, I drew her to my side and smiled at the cashier. “We’ll have two large Crushie slushies please and a jumbo hotdog with all the fixings.”
