She wouldn’t be wrong. I’d most definitely try to get her back in my bed. My charm worked once, and I’m confident it’d work again.
“How many times have you checked her phone?” he asks.
I rock back on my heels, “I haven’t looked at it.”
“Not once?”
“Nope.”
“It’s dead, isn’t it?”
I don’t answer. Because it is.
Not that I would’ve looked at it if it wasn’t dead. Maybe I would’ve tried to figure out how to return it to Avalon so I wouldn’t be here embarrassing myself, but I wouldn’t have snooped.
Much.
“And you couldn’t be bothered to charge it?”
“It’s an Android. I don’t have a charger for anAndroid!”
Just then, over his shoulder, I see her. She’s walking alone, which could make this situation better or worse.
On the one hand, I can bring out flirty Zeke to make sure we get in one more round, just so I can get it out of my system. On the other hand, she might be suspecting that. I’d be approaching her while she’s by herself, basically telling her that there’s a string. Because I can’t stop thinking about sleeping with her. And according to her, strings are the worst thing known to man.
I can’t disagree with that completely; having a girlfriend sounds awful. Brooks is with Liv 24/7, and it’s disgusting. He barely comes to guys' night; if he does, she usually tags along. Not that we actually have a guys' night. We fucking live together, I don’t need to plan a time to see these assholes. It happens on its own at least once a week. Except now it includes Ember and Brinley a lot more. And Tate, on occasion.
And they don’t count because they aren’t girlfriends. They’re friends. And even if they were girlfriends, they enjoy hanging out with us and don’t ask to leave before we’ve picked a movie.
“Earth to Zeke.” Jaxon waves his hand in my face, returning my attention to him. “I’ve been talking to you.”
“Sorry, it’s just—” I don’t finish my sentence, I just point in Avalon’s direction and hope he gets the idea. “Avalon!”
I can’t believe I’ve waited all day for this girl, and now I’m chasing her down. Maybe I have gone insane.
“Avalon, wait up!”
She stops in her tracks, looks around, unsure of where the voice is coming from, and then spots me. I wave.
I fucking wave. Such a fucking loser thing to do.
And she turns and keeps walking.
She saw me. I know she saw me. She had to have seen me.
“Avalon,” I repeat, but she doesn’t stop this time. She walks faster.
She definitely saw me… and now she’s running from me.
“Ooo.” Jaxon pats me on the shoulder.
“Shut up.”
“That’s gotta hurt. A girl who couldn’t get away from you fast enough.”
“Seriously, Holmes. If you wanna play in our next game, you’ll shut up.”
“I’m just saying, I never thought I’d see the day a girl runs away from Zeke Harris after hooking up with him. Usually, it’s you running away from them.” He laughs. “Does this hurt more than a girl rejecting youbeforeyou’ve slept together? It has to, right?”