Addison
IHEARD NOTHING from Jake until about three-thirty Tuesday afternoon, when my phone buzzed with a text. He was getting off his shift and wanted to swing by. “Dylan!” I called and knocked on her door.
“You okay?” she asked as she pulled open the door and went back to struggling to put her hair up in a scrunchy, singlehandedly.
I hurried over to help her. “No! Jake wants to come over.”
“Okay.” She frowned. “What’s the problem?”
I waved my phone towards her and flopped onto her bed. “Um, hello. Hasn’t called, texted, or sent a carrier pigeon since Sunday... that’s the problem!”
Dylan rolled her eyes. “Didn’t he switch shifts with someone to come to the dinner? He’s probably been busy.”
“Too busy to send a quick text?”
“Addie.” She smiled and crossed her arms. “Yes. Think.My case is just one of many. The guy’s probably got a million things going on.”
“Unless he’s not interested.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous because I’m overreacting or ridiculous because I’m right?”
“Overreacting and totally wrong.”
I sat up. “Do you really think so?”
“Um, yeah. Tell him to come over. Talk to him face-to-face and you’ll see.”
“Okay, but if he dumps me, it’s on you.”
She chuckled. “Jake seems like a smart guy, but if he proves he’s an idiot and dumps you, I’ll help you pick up the pieces. Then we’ll rip him to shreds.”
“Deal.” I slid off her bed and replied to his text, saying we’d be here, and then went to my room to change into something that would make him regret ignoring me.
I dressed in skinny jeans and a low-cut deep-blue blouse, fixed my hair and makeup,and emerged right as Asher (who must have come while I was getting ready) was letting Jake in. I said a curt hello to both of them before sitting on the sofa beside Dylan. I could feel Jake’s questioning gaze on me, but I kept my eyes forward.
