“I bet Jaxon doesn’t just watch romance movies with Brinley.” Fletcher crosses his arms.
“Fletch,” I look over at him, “do you really think Jaxon’s ever gotten to choose what movie they watch?”
“Touche.”
“Speaking of their movie nights, Jax told me Brin ditched on their last two.” Fletcher turns toward me. “What’s up with that?”
“Ask him why he felt it was necessary to make out with another girl right in front of Brin… maybe that’ll answer his confusion.”
“They aren’t together, so she can’t—”
“She can be upset, Fletch. She needs the space. She deserves it.”
“Is that why she’s not going to the game tomorrow?” he asks. “Declan said she’s busy. But Brin doesn’t miss games. Not typically.”
“Probably. You guys will have to be happy with just my support at the game.”
“Ember’s ditching too?”
“It’s not like Ember’s always goes.” I laugh.
I don’t blame Ember for ditching; her reason is as good as Brinley’s. She’s avoiding Declan. Or maybe he’s avoiding her. Or both.
I don’t know. All I know is that after they almost kissed a few weeks ago, they both decided to avoid each other rather than confront the issue.
If Fletch and I hadn’t talked about our kiss when it happened back in high school, we probably wouldn’t be sitting next to each other on this couch right now.
We both decided it meant nothing and moved on with our lives.
To high school Tate, it was something, though. It was everything she dreamed of and more… but we were drunk. And rather than embarrass myself and lose my best friend in the process, I decided to tell him we were both drunk and it was a silly mistake.
He agreed without hesitation.
That’s when I knew I made the right choice.
“Do you know something I don’t?” Fletcher’s eyes narrow at me.
“I do know we’re missing this movie.”
“I feel like you’re not telling me something. Did Ember and Declan hook up? If it was bad, he should just tell her he’s out of practice. I don’t know when the last time that boy got laid was, so it—”
“Okay, gross. I don’t need to hear about Declan’s sex life. And no, they didn’t hook up. Trust me, if they did, I’d know.”
Or maybe I wouldn’t. I mean, Declan is Brinley’s brother, after all. I don’t know if she’d even let Ember talk about it.
Granted, Brinley doesn’t shy away from the topic of sex. She’s the most open person I’ve ever met when it comes to that.
“But you promise me you’ll be there, right? I play better when you come.”
“Fletcher Michael Reed, are you saying I’m your lucky charm?”
He gives me a small shove and returns his attention to the movie.
“I’m saying no such thing,” he pauses, “but you’ll be there?”
“Of course.” I smile. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
I never do.
