“There’s always the next one, right?” I shrug. It’s such a mom answer I immediately want to gag a little bit, but then I wouldhave to explain that as well.
Her gaze settles outside the window. “Have any of our guys started practice yet?”
I shake my head. “Cyrus was running late this morning.”
McKenna’s eyebrows shoot up. “Long night?” she asks with a smile on her face.
“What?”
“She thinks you and Cyrus are dating.” Reagan, Remi’s little sister, sits down on the couch beside me.
“They aren’t?” McKenna looks totallypuzzled. “I thought they didn’t disclose on the waiver because they were trying to be secretive.”
“No, they are steadfastly in the denial phase.” Reagan pats me on the knee twice. “But you never know.”
“What are you guys talking about?” I shove half the doughnut in my mouth to help with whatever answer they’re going to give me. I’m pretty sure I won’t like it.
Reagan tips her head, shakingit. “Everyone knows you two like each other. It’s the worst kept secret in the entire world.”
McKenna smiles. “Yeah, it’s cute.”
“Oh my God,” I sputter around pieces of my doughnut. “Is it that obvious? I don’t want Cyrus to find out.”
Reagan shakes her head this time in disbelief. “Girl, he’s just as gone for you. The two of you are blind.”
There’s absolutely no way what they’re saying istrue. If Cyrus had ever indicated he liked me in the slightest of ways, I would totally know. I’ve been watching for a sign for years.
“Good job on the win the other day by the way,” Reagan says not taking her eyes off the window.
“Yeah, um thanks,” I mumble. Stuck in my own mind, I analyze every single move Cyrus has made in the years of our friendship.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary.
“Don’t freak out about it too much,” Reagan says, but her words aren’t very comforting.
If it’s true and Cyrus does have even a slim amount of feelings for me that I have toward him, he’s done an amazing job of hiding it. Considering he once tried to hide a birthday present for me and lasted less than ten minutes, I don’t think he’s capable.
“When Marley gets here, we should all do lunch.” Reagankeeps on talking like she hasn’t said something that’s completely tilted my entire world off its axis. How can I go to lunch when there’s a possibility Cyrus might like me?
“I just finished a doughnut.” There’s no way I could eat lunch now.
Reagan scoffs. “You’re done racing. Now you’re looking at a few days for you to shove your face full of food and not feel guilty about it.”
I like her andshe has a point. One that makes much more sense than anything my mother has tried to reason with me about.
“Okay, let’s do lunch.”
