“She’s flirting with him, right?”
My friend grimaced. “Looks it. Also looks like Lewis isn’t doing much to stop it. What’s going on there, then?”
Fear thickened my throat, and I took another swallow of beer to stem the emotion bubbling within me. “I think he wants to break up.”
Carianne’s eyes widened. “No way.”
I nodded, trying to feel numb about it. I couldn’t. I was terrified of losing my best friend, and I was raging at him for making me feel like this when I never thought he’d ever make me feel uncertain of him. “I am invisible at the moment.”
“How do you mean?”
“He avoids me. When we do spend time together, he’s quiet and distant, like he’s somewhere else or wants to be somewhere else.” I looked back at him, grinning down at something Tyra was saying. As I turned away, hurt, Fyfe caught my expression. He was chatting up Emma Andrews, who was in our year. Whatever he saw on my face made him glare over at Lewis.
I yanked my attention away and stared into the crowd of friends packed into the kitchen. “MaybeIshould find someone to flirt with.”
“That’s the hurt talking. Tell Lewis he’s being a prick. Or I will.”
“He shouldn’t need to be told.” I threw back the rest of the beer and slammed the empty down on the kitchen table.
Carianne followed me out into the narrow hallway. “Where are you going?”
“Home. I’m not sticking around to watch my so-called boyfriend flirt with someone else.” I stormed out the front door before she could say a word.
Fury and hurt lengthened my strides, so I was halfway down the street before I heard him shout my name.
I ignored him.
Fuck him!
Then his footsteps grew faster and louder until he was at my side, grabbing my arm to draw me around. “Callie, what the hell?”
I yanked free of Lewis’s hold. “Piss off. I’m going home.”
“I was only talking to her.” He reached for me again, but I shoved him away. Lewis’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “Callie, I was just talking.”
“Aye? So … who told you I left then?”
He blanched. “Carianne. Fyfe said something and when I went to look for you, Carianne said you’d left. I wasn’t flirting.”
I searched his face, not recognizing the boy in front of me. The last few weeks had been the worst in ages as he grew more and more distant. I felt like I was waiting for the ax to fall. “You know, I wish you’d just get it over with. You’re hurting me over and over again this way.” My lips trembled, but I was determined not to cry. “It’s sadistic.”
Lewis took hold of my arms and this time held tight as he pulled me to him. “What are you talking about?”
“Breaking up with me.”
He had the audacity to look confused and shocked by the suggestion. “Because I was talking to another girl?”
“Don’t.” I shoved him away, and he stumbled back.
“Callie—”
“You have been cold and distant to me for weeks. Andthen Carianne’s cousin shows up from Glasgow, and you’re all over her like a bad rash. Who the hell are you?” I yelled tearfully.
“I wasn’t all over her. I didn’t mean to be cold and distant. I’ve been stressed.” He reached for me again.
“Lewis, I swear to God, if you touch me right now, I will deck you.”
Something like panic flickered in his eyes. “Callie, I swear I wasn’t flirting with her. I was asking about Glasgow and what it was like living there.”
