“Are you seriously on your phone right now?”
I turn to see Logan and Nathan standing beside me with matching grins on their faces.
“Leave me alone, I’m in a committed relationship,” I say, locking my screen.
“With your phone?” Logan snorts.
“Yep. My phone and I are in love. You wouldn’t understand.”
Nathan claps a hand on my shoulder. “We’re losing him, man.”
I roll my eyes as they walk off, but the second they’re gone, my attention is right back on my screen.
I have no idea who this girl is. Is she blonde? Brunette? Does she have pink hair? No clue. Blue eyes? Brown? Green? Couldn’t tell you. She might walk past me every day, sit next to me in class, brush shoulders with me on the quad.
Hell, she could be in this room right now.
The thought makes my head snap up. I scan the party, my gaze drifting over every girl in sight. What if I’ve already met her? What if the girl standing ten feet away, twirling her hair and giggling at some guy’s bad joke, ismyCherry?
The thought makes something pull tight in my chest.
Me:
If you were at a party tonight, what would you be wearing?
It’s a long shot. She might not even be here. She might not even answer.
But damn, I want to know.
What if she’s here?
What if I find her tonight?
Cherry:
Is that your way of asking if I’m at a party?
Me:
Is that a yes?
Cherry:
We said we wouldn’t look for each other.
Me:
That was your rule, and it was a terrible one. I demand a recount.
Cherry:
Since there are only two of us in this conversation… Motion denied.
Me:
Damn. I really thought I had a chance there.
Cherry:
