Shaking his head, he won’t look at me. “I’m sorry, Becklyn. That never should have happened. It was a mistake.”
“Oh.”
A mistake.
Of course it was.
I mean… why would Lucky Ganetti want to kissme?
“Right.” I reach into my pocket, grasp my key card, slide it through the reader, and I’m inside my building before he has a chance to make me feel worse.
Like that’s possible.
I don’t bother looking back, because no way do I want to see his face.
By the time I get to my room, I’ve convinced myself that what just happened wasn’t a big deal. Because like Lucky said, it was a mistake.
Stripping out of my clothes, I roll them into a ball and toss them in my hamper. Searching my room for some pj’s, I find my trusty old onesie. I’m sliding them up my legs when my phone chimes.
“Crap.” I forgot to tell Deena I was leaving. It’s probably her.
Zipping myself in, I search for my phone and realize it’s still in my jeans. The second I locate it, the name on the screen surprises me.
Lucky:Please don’t tell Joe.
I blink at the screen, thinking. Then, I reply.
Me:I will never speak of it.
To anyone.
Not even Deena.
Why would I embarrass myself further? As for him? He just got caught up in the moment. That’s all. No reason to embarrass him either.
I quickly send Deena a message letting her know I am back in the dorm. She responds soon after with just “K.” Sliding into my bed, I do my level best not to remember it. The kiss. Because the best thing I can do for myself is to forget it. To forget about Lucky Ganetti and move on with my life.
And that’s exactly what I intend to do. Even if it kills me.
15
Becklyn
Fall
“New year,new digs, new major for you… neweverything,” Deena says as she practically dances around our home away from home. We’re in the process of moving into our new apartment. The one we rented after deciding dorm life sucked. It turns out renting an apartment is cheaper than living in the dorms. Mind you, our place is a tiny two-bedroom. Not as small as our dorm, and like I said, it has two bedrooms. Which means I will no longer have to find somewhere else to sleep when Deena decides to bring someone home.
But that may be over, because Deena met someone over the summer. He’s a student here. I haven’t met him yet, but she says he’s “amazing.”
I’ll have to take her word for it. Honestly, as long as she’s happy, I’m happy.
“Too bad your brother isn’t around to help us lug up the sofa.”
“Uh-huh.” I’m not sad about it. I was ready for Joe to move on with his life so I can live mine. Does that make me sound like a terrible sister?
It’s all good. Joe landed his dream job in San Francisco. The one he had interviewed for that time I slept in his room. Mom freaked out on him when she found out, but when he explained to her that he loved the company and the idea of living somewhere exciting, well, how could she be upset?
It was time for Joe to fly the nest. For him to spread his wings and maybe grow up.
