“He said he’s shy around girls, so that’s why?—”
“Yep, that’s a line. He’s full of shit.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Because there’s hundreds of guys just like him at my school. Trust me. They pretend to be one way but in reality are a bunch of manwhores.”
“Well, that’s disappointin’. We talked for two hours.”
“If he’s truly interested, he’ll reach back out. If not, he’ll block you.”
“Seriously? Why does this feel likeThe Hunger Games.”
“Because datingisThe Hunger Games.”
“I don’t have any game whatsoever, so I ain’t gonna survive…” I throw my head back with a groan.
“If you’re uncomfortable, just exit the chat. Don’t waste your time. You’ll find someone on there worth talkin’ to.”
“Maybe…I dunno.”
We chat for a few more minutes, mostly her giving me pep talks, and then once we hang up, I go back to the app.
Then I notice I’m unable to message Brandon.
He blocked me?What the fuck did I do?
He was the most normal guy out of the handful I spoke to.
I must’ve been more lame than I thought.
Or Natalie’s right and it was all bullshit.
Ignoring the other messages, I close out of the app and turn on the TV.
I’ve done more socializing in one day than I do in a month and now I need to decompress.
I must fall asleep because my phone ringing wakes me up and it’s almost midnight.
Even weirder is it’s my sister.
“Hey,” I answer, still groggy.
“Hi, sorry to wake you. I need you to pick me up at Sheriff Wagner’s office.”
I sit up and clear my throat. “You’re injail?”
“No…not me. But he brought me in as a witness and won’t lemme drive because I was drinkin’.”
“A witness to what? And whaddya mean not you? Who’s in jail?”
She pauses briefly before exhaling sharply. “Waylon.”
Chapter Fifteen
Waylon
“Are we goin’ out tonight?” Wilder asks, walking into my room without knocking.
