But I’m too busy mentally rehashing everything I’ve ever heard about Mira and Lewis. And thinking about the other night…Mira came on to me out of nowhere, and darted out of the room…Is Holly right?
Mira didn’t return my calls. Why the fuck didn’t she call me back? Is she brushing me off? Was she trying to keep what happened a secret?
There’s a flash of vulnerability on Mira’s face as she searches my eyes. Her head eases back as if she doesn’t like what she sees. She looks away and swings her backpack over her shoulder, closing her locker door. “I wouldn’t know if Tyler’s available. I’m not his keeper. Ask him.”
Only Holly doesn’t. For some reason, she is determined to corner Mira. “So it was a hookup?”
Holly is putting Mira on the spot. I should do something, say something, but doubt fills me.
“He can see whoever he wants,” Mira says.
Her words are like a punch to the gut.
“Awesome.” Holly turns to me. “So what do you think, Tyler? Want to go to prom?”
Mira storms off.
What is Holly’s problem? How many times does a guy have to say no? I sweep past Holly and grab Mira’s backpack gently. She stops in the middle of the crowded hallway and turns to me.
“Looks like you have a prom date,” she says, glancing over my shoulder. “Better not leave her waiting. Answer the poor girl.”
“Is it true?” I tug at the T-shirt I’m wearing that suddenly feels too tight, too hot. “Was it a hookup you don’t want anyone knowing about?”
She swallows, the pulse at her throat hammering. Her eyes go soft again. “I?—”
“’Sup, Mira?” Chad from my varsity soccer team nods to Mira in passing, checking out her ass.
I’d like to punch him in the face. What’s with the possessive look he’s giving her?
“Are you sleeping with him too?” I whisper harshly, regretting my words the moment they’re out of my mouth.
Mira’s jaw drops. She slams it shut and breathes in deep, holding it.
Fuck. I let Holly mess with my head. “Mira, I didn’t mean?—”
She turns and smiles at Chad.
My smile.
The secret, sexy smile she reserves for me. It doesn’t last the way it does when it’s aimed at me, but it’s enough of a flash to make my stomach pitch.
“Hey, Chad. Wait up?” she says. “I want to ask you a question about prom.”
Chad stops a few feet away, his brow rising in interest. I glare at him.
“He’s all yours, Holly,” Mira calls down the hall, her voice shaky, eyes avoiding mine. She turns and loops her arm through Chad’s.
My head pulses, ready to explode. I watch Mira walk away with Chad, her shoulders strangely curled in, and I can’t move my legs. I don’t know what just happened, if I ruined everything, or if the path was already set.
Someone slaps me on the back.
“Rough one, dude,” Jake from my team says, and I stare at his back as he keeps going down the hall.
Does everybody but me know about Mira and other guys?
I should say something, do something, but the message is clear. What Mira and I had meant nothing to her.
I’m the idiot who thought there was more between us.
