Page 90 of Don't Say You're Sorry
“I don’t. I’m fucking with you.” Sticking my tongue out, I put the bottle back.
He shakes his head at me.
We turn around to start walking back to the car, and his step falters, his face falling. I follow his gaze to two girls around our age standing a few feet in front of us. One of them is staring at Easton, and she looks…hurt.
“Ah, shit,” Easton mutters, plastering an awkward smile on his face. “Lauren. Hey.”
Lauren? His ex-girlfriend?
She’s stunning. Of course she is. She’s got dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, immaculate winged eyeliner that would make even Xavi jealous, and perfect lips. Her outfit is pretty cool too.
I hate her.
And now she’s staring at me because she’s caught me staring.Lovely.
“Easton.” She smiles too, but she looks just as uncomfortable as he does.
Her eyes flick to me again.
Why is she looking at me like that?
“Um. You remember my friend, Anna?” She points at the blonde girl standing next to her.
Easton nods at her. “Yeah. Hey.”
Anna sneers at him.
“Who’s this?” Lauren asks, gesturing to me.
Easton rolls his lips together.
My brows pull down. Is he ashamed of me? Why? It’s not like we’re going to tell her we’re on a bloody date.
“Adam,” I say, giving her an awkward little wave. “I’m Easton’s st?—
Easton coughs, giving me a subtle shake of his head.
“Adam,” Lauren repeats, nodding to herself.
Easton looks like he wants to say something to her, but he’s lost for words. I’ve never seen him like this before. What the hell happened between these two?
With a final glare from Anna, she takes Lauren’s hand and pulls her away from us.
“Lauren,” Easton calls. “Can you unblock my number, please? I have something to say to you.”
She doesn’t look back. “No.”
Accepting that, he bows his head and lets her go.
We walk back to the car in silence. The silence continues as we watch the rest of the movie. He doesn’t mutter the words again. I don’t eat my hot dog. I’m not in the mood for it anymore.
When the movie ends, he lays his head back on the seat and closes his eyes. “Ask me.”
“What?”
“I know you’re bursting with questions. Ask me.”
“Okay. Did you tell her about me? About us?”
