Page 60 of Prove Me Wrong
My eyes press shut as I try to think of an excuse. I remember Noah’s race schedule I Googled a week ago. “Can’t, Noah might be racing, and I have to stay with Jade if he does.”
She lets out a frustrated groan. “The one after?”
Swallowing, I know I might regret these words, but I let out, “Yeah, all right. You can stay here.”
“Perfect,” Lila chimes, and I know she’s gone over to the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall to write the dates in.
I mentally kick myself for agreeing to this. I already know something is going to happen, but I have no idea what it’ll be. All through university, Lila was one of those girls always flirting with guys. Every week, she was seeing someone new, I could hardly keep track. We are definitely different when it comes to approaching guys, and I don’t think she’d try and flirt her way into Noah’s life, but I also don’t entirely trust her.
I also never know what her plans are, and that is making me even more anxious.
She’s back on the couch, settling in front of the blaring TV, when she says, “So, what else is new besides the smoking hot baby daddy?”
“Why do they all call him that?” I whisper to myself.
“What?” Lila half shouts, and my throat works, focusing on her again.
“I might be coming back to Sydney in a few weeks' time.”
“Perfect, you can stay with me. Polly won’t mind.”
“Is your sister there?”
Lila snorts. “Hardly. You think I'm easy to get with, try her. I barely even see her.”
My smile twists. “Delightful.” Even though it’s anything but.
“So you can stay with us. Why are you coming, anyway? Birthday? Family event? Sinnett’s game?”
“Well, not quite, but I will go to Sinnett’s game if I can,” I admit, voice quiet.
She sniffs. “Why then?”
Letting out a loaded breath, my hand starts rubbing at my arm as I muster up my courage to tell her. “I have an interview. For a job in the city.”
“What! That’s awesome. So you’re coming back?” Lila squeals into the phone.
My face scrunches at the sound. “I don’t know yet.”
“Why?” she whines, and then the silence between us grows heavier as she gasps. “Oh,baby daddy…”
“Stop calling him that,” I grit out, but my annoyance makes her laugh.
“You don’t want to leave him behind?” her tone teasingly high.
My shoulders shrug, even though she can’t see me. “I-I don’t know what I want yet.”
“Well, he does sound like someone I’d like to climb?—”
I groan. “I seriously can’t talk with you anymore.”
“—like a big, old tree,” she finishes, ignoring my comment.
“Stop, Lila, otherwise I’m hanging up.”
Laughter spills from her throat. “You’re hung up on this guy, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” I slip off my bed to grab my book from my desk. Looking through the bedroom window, my gaze halts on Noah standing withJade to his chest, mouth dribbling, eyes shut, hands fisted in his top, fast asleep.
