Page 2 of Sure, Pal

Evan draped his arm over her shoulders as we walked, and Ava said, “Si! What are we doing this weekend?”

I walked slightly behind the happy couple. When they both stopped to look at me, I shrugged. “What makes you think I have any good ideas? I barely even like people.”

Ava rolled her eyes, and Evan grinned at me. Curse Evan and that stupid, cute smile.

“Well, you guys are coming to my game tonight, right?” Evan asked.

“Of course, baby.” Ava laced her fingers through his.

I had a love-hate relationship with watching my best friend’s boyfriend play soccer. He looked sexy as hell, and I loved it. I could never touch him or tell him, and I hated it.

I should have told Ava that I liked him before they started dating, but I’d said, “Cool! Evan’s a good guy, for sure!” I had a hard time standing up for myself and telling the truth about what I wanted. Not that the truth would have stopped Ava. She was crazy in love with Evan, and he was crazy in love with her. They deserved each other and happiness.

I was unlucky.

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