By the time I’m finished, her mouth is hanging open and the food is turning cold.
“What, and I mean this in the literal sense, the fuck?” She sits up suddenly, “He – you – what thefuck!?”
I shake my head, releasing a sigh, “I don’t even know.”
“This is fucked up,” She blows a raspberry with her lips, “He obviously wants you.”
I roll my eyes, “How’d you figure that?”
“Are you blind, Savannah?” She scoffs, “Either way, he sounds like a bit of a dick.”
I grunt my agreement and shovel some food into my mouth, using it to hide my embarrassment. I’m about to speak when my cell begins to ring in my pocket.
Pulling it out, I see a number I don’t recognize on the screen and hesitantly answer.
“Hello?”
“Savannah?” I recognize the voice immediately.
“Adrien, hi,” I widen my eyes at Sloane whose browsare somewhere in her hairline.
“How are you?” He asks.
“Um, good thanks, how did you get my number?”
He chuckles, “Listen, I hope this doesn’t sound crazy, but I had my manager get in touch with yours. You still owe me drinks.”
I cringe as I remember I promised to go out with him.
“Oh, right,” I shake my head at Sloane who happens to be nodding enthusiastically. “Well I–”
“Do it,” Sloane whisper hisses.
“Look,” Adrien continues, “I like you; I’d really like to take you out.”
My lips turn up, not sure how he can like me since he doesn’t actually know me.
“I swear to god, Savannah,” Sloane grips my wrist, “You need this.”
“When?” I swat at my best friend to back up, but she moves closer.
“How about tomorrow night?” Adrien says.
“Sure,” I agree, “I can do tomorrow.”
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” Adrien tells me before we say our goodbyes and I hang up the phone.
“I don’t like him,” I tell Sloane.
“It doesn’t matter,” She huffs, “This is going to helpyou.”
“Help me?” I laugh, “How!?”
“Well,” She downs the rest of her wine and then grabs the bottle to top up our cups, “It’s either going to help you get over this little crush you have on your brothers best friend because that is not healthy,orhe’s going to find out about the date, lose his shit and finally take his head out of his ass and make you his.”
“You read too much,” I tell her, “And I’m not going to tell him so he’s not going to find out.”
“Savannah!” She pouts, “Fine, but it is going to be good for you. When was the last time you actually went on a date?”
