Page 111 of Promising You
“Good choice, Garret. I really love this car. But when Ryan finds out about this, he’ll kill me.”
“Why? He should be happy you have a safe, reliable car.”
‘“I know. And he will be, but he’ll still be totally jealous.”
“We should get going.” Garret holds his hand out for me, but I remain in my seat running my hand along the soft leather.
“Say goodbye to the car now,” Garret says, laughing at me. “You can come visit it later.”
“Why can’t I drive? My right leg isn’t hurt.”
“Because you might pass out behind the wheel. You have to wait for your head to heal. Now come on.” He pulls me out, helping me back on my crutches.
On the drive back, I check my phone and find a few messages from Harper and one from Carson.
“I forgot about Carson. I’m supposed to be reviewing our paper for chem lab. He’s probably wondering what happened to me.”
“I called him and let him know. I called Harper, too. I told both of them the same story I told Frank. That’s the story you have to go with. You can’t mention Lilly.”
“I know. So what did they say?”
“Harper was really worried about you, but I told her you’re okay. And Carson said he’ll finish the paper and if you’re able to review it before class you can, but if not, he’ll take care of it.”
“I should call them quick and let them know I’m back.”
Garret puts his hand over my phone. “Why don’t you wait until tomorrow? It’s Saturday night. Harper’s over at Sean’s and Carson’s probably out with Kerry.”
“That’s true.” I put the phone away. “So you never asked me why I was out with Carson the other night.”
“I didn’t need to ask. You were working on your paper.”
“I know, but we left campus. I rode with him in his car. He bought me a coffee.”
“What are you doing here, Jade? I’m trying to be cool about this. Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“No. I’m just surprised you’re not mad. That’s all.”
“I still don’t like Carson, but you seem to think he’s okay so I’m not going to say anything about it. It’s not worth fighting about.”
I feel like I should tell Garret some of the things Carson has said to me, specifically his interest in Garret’s dad and Kensington Chemical. But I keep quiet. If Garret’s finally accepting the guy, there’s no need to stir up trouble.
“We should get some food,” Garret says. “You want to stop and eat somewhere? Or get takeout?”
“Can we get Chinese and watch movies in your room?”
Garret glances over at me and smiles. “You’re the sick one, so we’ll do whatever you want.”
“I’m not sick.”
“You’re injured. Same thing. And sick people get special treatment.”
“They do?” Growing up I never got special treatment when I was sick. I didn’t get any treatment. I had to take care of myself.
“Yes, you get whatever you want, so this is your opportunity to ask for stuff. I’ll even watch that cartoon dog movie you like so well.”
We stop for Chinese food and arrive back on campus around 8. I dig through Garret’s box of movies and pick out a comedy to watch.
I change into my pajamas because I usually fall asleep watching movies in Garret’s room. But an hour into the movie I’m still wide awake, probably because I just slept for two days.
