There’s a long pause, and once again I wonder if I’ve said too much. But then, finally, his reply comes in.
Easton:I mean—I do have to prove myself to State. They’ve giving me a full ride. But…I get what you mean.
Easton:It means a lot, coming from you.
My stomach twists, and I stare at the message for a second longer than normal.
Me:Coming from me? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Does his comment mean that he values what I think? Or that he’s surprised I’d even say something like that? Also, WHY DO I ALWAYS OVERTHINK EVERYTHING?
His reply buzzes almost immediately, as if he was waiting to clarify and knew I’d ask.
Ha.
He knows me.
Easton:It’s a good thing. You’re, like, the least judgmental person I know. It’s…nice talking about serious stuff like this with you. Ha.
Me:Don’t lie—I’m NOT the least judgmental person you know. I know for a fact that sometimes you think I’m an asshole.
Easton:Maybe, but at least you’re like…I don’t know. Solid.
Solid.
I hold the phone out and study that last text.Solid.My brain goes over all the things that could mean: Reliable. Steadfast. A friend.
Easton:Don’t take that the wrong way.
He is literally reading my mind.
Easton:I know you took that the wrong way.
Me:Ha ha. But also: CORRECT.
Easton:Hey.
Me:What?
Easton:I’m heading to the rink for a scrimmage if you wanna watch.
Me:Tonight??? Now?
Easton:Sure, why not? We can make up for last time. If you’re down?
Chapter 26
Easton
Never have I ever invited a female to watch me play hockey, let alone specifically to watch practice.
But here we are.
I skate in lazy circles, sneaking glances at Harper as she leans against the half wall at the home bench, eyes following me every now and then when she thinks I’m not looking.
Macy stands next to her, scrolling through her phone with an air of indifference, but Harper is the only one I care about. Bundled up in a black winter coat, matching mittens, and a cute fuzzy hat that makes her look like she stepped out of a winter postcard, she’s the picture of cozy warmth against the chill of the rink.
She rests her mittens on the edge as she chats with her best friend, cheeks flushing from the cold—or maybe because she’s excited to be here?
