Page 40 of Before We're More Than Friends
Dallas glanced at the dance floor. “Judging by the way Kami and Oliver are looking at each other, it’s about to get even wilder.”
I laughed. “I hope she doesn’t have too high expectations. He’s a great kisser, but he makes a better friend than a boyfriend. In my opinion, at least.”
“Yeah.” He bit his lip and stared at his hands.
“Are you okay?”
He looked up again, his dark brown eyes deep enough for me to almost fall into. And not in a good way. “Why?”
“Did I upset you too much?” Guilt weighed on my chest. Why had I been such a jerk to him? “I’m sorry if I did. I had a terrible day.”
“It’s fine.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Haven’t had the best few days, either, but I’m feeling better.”
“Do you want to get something to eat? You know, that won’t end up on me.” I offered a smile. “Sorry, too soon?”
“No, it’s okay.” He fiddled with his root beer can. “I feel too sick to my stomach to eat.”
I nodded. “You didn’t want to come here either?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. Kami pushed me to come because she wanted to hang out with everyone.”
“And suck Oliver’s face off.”
He gave a little laugh, two dimples appearing on both cheeks. “She wants to have some fun. Moving for the first time is hard for both of us. I miss everything in Dallas.”
“I’m sorry you had to move.” I crossed one leg over the other. “Was it because of your mom’s job?”
“Yeah, we weren’t expecting it, but it is what it is.” Helooked around as if he was looking for an excuse to leave. “I’m going to use the bathroom.” Kaboom.
“Okay.” I watched him get up from his chair, but he went in the wrong direction. Maybe he didn’t know where the bathrooms were, which would make sense, but I doubted he actually had to use it. He’d probably rather dance than talk tomeabout his personal life for a moment longer.
I couldn’t blame him.
After a few minutes of trying to drown out the noise around me, someone sat beside me. “Hey, daydreamer.” I looked up to see Sienna, her favorite gray beanie keeping her head warm. “Ooh, warm chair, who was here with you?”
“Hey.” I fiddled with my nails. “Just some guy.”
“Ooh.” She pursed her signature red lips, batting her long black lashes that were decked out in mascara.
“It’s that Dallas guy our friends have been talking about,” I said as she handed me a bag of popcorn from the nearby cart. “His full plate of food met my shirt before we met.”
Sienna cringed. “Gosh, did he spill his food on you? Or did he throw up on you like Adam did?”
“He looked like he might do the latter.” I blinked. “Wait, what happened to Adam?”
“Oh, don’t get me started.” Sienna put a hand on her forehead. “I had to stop to get gas, and Adam decided to puke outside the pump. Then he puked on the worker lady who was trying to help us.” She put her head in her hands. “I’ll probably never be allowed at Quick and Easy again.”
“Such a shame. Our Quick and Easy station is the best in the country.”
“Thanks for making me feel better.”
I put my hand on hers. “That’s what friends are for.”
“Surprise!”
A popcorn kernel went down my throat and I coughed, my pulse spiking.
“Did I scare you?” Emma asked, bouncing around me.
