Ballet career? Gone.
Anything that has to do with Lucas besides sex? Not happening.
But sex was what started this mini spiral, therefore I have decided to cut myself off from the activity with Lucas but I know how tempting he is, so avoiding him is probably best.
Just until I stop ovulating or something because this is ridiculous.
Sarah crosses her arms and stares at me, for whatever reason starting a game she knows she has never won against me. Shewants a staring contest? Fine. Who needs clinical psychology? No way in hell am I cracking first.
Her eyes widen, trying to prove her point. I just blink at her, leaning back against the wall, crossing my arms to match her stance. Neither of us say anything for a short while. The scraping of shoes of people walking past us, the sweetness of the daisy shrubs nearby, the slight breeze brushing against my thighs and making my skirt sway. I focus on those things and not the underlying question Sarah is trying to force out of me by winning this silent game.
She groans and stomps her foot like a child.
See? I always win. She can’t shut up to save her life.
“Goddamn it, D. I want the juicy details.”
I laugh. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Really? ’Cause Lucas Callahan was pulling you away from a fight and the next second you were nowhere to be found.”
I open my mouth to come up with some half-assed excuse but she shushes me.
“Not to mention that you came back to the party, glowing.Fucking glowing, Denise.”
I roll my eyes. “I feel like—you know, I just think you’re being a little melodramatic. Which is usually Beth’s thing so…”
“Excuse me for being interested in my best friend’s love life.”
“We’re not in love!”
Her eyes widen and my head falls back as I groan, realizing what door I just opened.
Shit.
“We’re?” she shrieks, slapping my arms repeatedly. “Youwerewith Lucas last night!”
Maybe if I admit that for once in her life she’s right, she’ll go away.
“Alright fine, I was but you’re acting like neither of us have had hookups before. I mean hello, Keaton started out as a hookup and now you guys text obnoxiously.”
She waves me off. “Yeah but usually with said hookups you spill everything. So what gives, Stryker?”
I narrow my eyes, knowing full well what she’s trying to do and because I’m not having it, I turn to walk away but Sarah follows.
“Okay, look.” She’s able to catch up to me with her legs being almost as long as mine. “I’m sorry. I just think…you guys would be cute together. I mean you haven’t had a boyfriend since you ditched Paul after your accident.”
Ah, yes. Paul Harrison. The male ballet dancer who was too perfect and too kind when all I did was pick fights with him after he tried to tell me that I should take it easy after my surgery. He was right and I hated that. In hindsight, yes, I should’ve listened to Paul. Maybe I would still be dancing. Actually, no. I know I would still be dancing if I had given my body time to heal instead of always pushing through.
He’s one of the reasons I don’t date. I’m clearly not good for another person.
“Look.” I come to an abrupt halt, Sarah doing the same. “Lucas is a great guy or whatever but that’s not what this is, okay? We slept together. That’s it, so drop it.”
“Alright, fine. Jesus.” Sarah puts her hands up in surrender. “I’ll drop it but only after you tell me if he was any good, which again by your glow I’m assuming—”
“Oh my god.” I go back to walking. “You’re insufferable.”
Sarah’s laugh echoes down the outdoor hallway, her footsteps picking up speed to catch up with me.