I sit here imagining what it would be like for us to perform a scene from the play. Obviously we would have to choose a romantic one, or what’s the point? I’m seriously losing my brain if I think it would be a good idea to perform a romantic scene with the guy who broke my heart. Do I like to torture myself?
“Well, we don’t have to make a decision now,” I say. “Let’s just gather as much information as we can.”
He nods. “Yeah. Good idea.”
We once again sit in silence as we continue to do the work, not saying much to each other. I wonder if he also feels stifled by the thick, awkward air surrounding us.
Thankfully, his phone buzzes, taking away some of the awkwardness. He sweeps it off the table and scans the screen, then groans. “I’m going to punch him when I get to my dorm.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Beck lost my chem notes. We have a test on Monday and I was hoping to get in some studying over the weekend.”
My brows fly up. “You were going to study over the weekend?”
He shrugs. “This school is much more advanced than Everheart. I won’t survive if I don’t put in the extra work. And Beck’s just making everything so darn harder.”
“It’s overwhelming at first,” I tell him. “But you kind of get into the groove of things after a few weeks. Trust me, you won’tbe doing your homework over the weekends in a few weeks. You’ll be out partying like everyone else.”
“They have parties here?”
“Not on campus. There’s always a rich kid throwing a party at one of his or her mansions on Fridays.”
“Yeah? Do you go to parties?”
“Usually not. But sometimes my friends want to go.”
He nods and then focuses on his book.
“Did you go to a lot of parties at your old school?” I ask.
“Considering the guys at my school were girl-free for five days out of the week, yeah, you can say they threw a lot of parties to meet girls.”
“And you went to them?”
“Sometimes. When my friends and I had nothing better to do.”
It suddenly dawns on me that Kylen and I just had a decent conversation. One might think that’s a good thing, but it’s not a good thing at all.
“I should get going,” I say, leaping to my feet. “I have a date.”
I want to slap myself until I see stars. Why in the world did I say that?
“A date? Nice. Cool. Awesome.” He shifts in his seat and drops his gaze to his book.
“It’s not really a date,” I quickly explain. “It’s just a hang with my friends. We watch movies every Friday night. Sometimes I call it a date as a joke. You know, because most people go out on dates on Friday nights? But when my friends were single, we all didn’t have dates. So we were each other’s dates. But they have boyfriends now, so I guess I’m the only one with no…never mind.”
Why the heck am I rambling to him like this? It’s none of his business. And did I basically just admit to him that I’m a loser because I’m the only single one left of my friends?
Before he has a chance to respond, I snatch my backpack off the library table. “I’ll check out as many books as I can and do more research over the weekend. See you.”
I check out of the books and race out of there before he can even blink.
Ugh. I want to slam my face into the wall of the building. Why do I care if he thinks I’m a loser who can’t get a boyfriend? I shouldn’t care what he thinks.
Does he have a girlfriend? It doesn’t seem like it. Not that I care whether he does or doesn’t. I bet it won’t be long before a girl sinks her claws into him. The girls here look down at the guys who aren’t rich, but Kylen is super good-looking, and I know some of the girls here just want to have fun.
Why does the thought of him with another girl make my stomach churn?
