Page 44 of Every Broken Promise
“Samantha got huge boobs in the last year, and now everyone treats her differently,” she bit out.
This conversation was getting too uncomfortable for me. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
“Are you really going to make me eat lentils?” I pouted, changing the subject and pointing to the lunch box.
“You’re a growing boy. Lentils are good for you.”
I took the box hesitantly, and I turned to smile at her when I saw a sub inside.
“You made me this?”
“There’s a reason I have won superior best friend eight years in a row.”
I took a bite of the sub and threw my head back in delight. Astrid made superior snacks, that was a fact.
“It’s sooo good,” I told her, then put the sub toward her mouth. “Want a bite?”
She peered up at me and opened her mouth to take a bite of the sub she had made me. My eyes landed on her lips, and I couldn’t help but think of EZ and Sabby kissing.
Not because I wanted to kiss Sabrina, but at this moment, I wondered what it would feel like to kiss my best friend.
“What? Do I have mayo on my lips?”
Her pink tongue peeked out, licking the side of her lips. My stomach was in knots at the sight.
I had yet to kiss a girl, but right now, all I could think about was kissing Astrid—my best friend—and that thought was terrifying.
EIGHTEEN
I did not wantto be thinking about Tyler Kane first thing this Monday morning.
Augh, why did my brain not get a new hobby and think of someone else?
I twisted and turned last night because all I could think of was the fact that he did not come over to my mother’s. He came on Sundays, and now that it was his birthday weekend, he didn’t come? Surely that meant he was lying, and he had someone he wanted to spend it with, right?
Feeling frustrated, I jumped up and headed for the kitchen. I needed caffeine to start my day, and working with Ronnie while being sleep-deprived was not a good combination.
Once I had a mug in my hand, I asked myself what the hell I was doing because my coffee was shitty. Not letting myself think too hard, I walked out the door and turned toward Rachel’s house.
“Ohmigod, Rach, they are gorgeous!” I shouted as I ran toward her house upon seeing an obnoxiously beautiful bouquet that was on her doorstep.
“Your mug is empty,” she deadpanned as I inspected the flowers she had not bothered to pick up.
Ignoring her, I bent down and picked up the flowers, noticing the note on them, but I didn’t try to read it. Some things were private. I wondered what it would feel like to receive such a lovely gesture. Ty wasn’t the romantic type. Then I cursed myself for letting my stupid mind go there.
With the flowers in one hand and the mug in the other, I made my way to Rachel’s kitchen and placed them there so I could reach her coffee machine.
“How kind of you to bring your own mug,” Rachel muttered.
I waved her off. “You know me, I don’t like to impose.”
I got so busy making myself a macchiato that it took me a second to realize Rachel hadn’t said a word.
“Did you read the note?”
“No,” she said as she put the flowers in a vase.
“If a man was bringing me flowers, I’d be dying to know what he had to say,” I mumbled.
