Page 64 of The Best Kind of Forever
Lila plops downon the couch next to me, a bucket of red vines in her arms from some secret candy stash she must have around my house.
“When are you going to tell me who you’ve been talking to?” I whine, seizing a piece of licorice before she gives me one of her Medusa glares.
She crooks an eyebrow. “Who do you think it is?”
I bite the red vine in segments Bugs Bunny-style. “Gage?”
“Too young.”
“Foster?”
“Too cute.”
I snort out a laugh. “Too cute? How can someone be too cute?”
She takes a break from her snacking, which means this is averyserious topic. “You’ve seen him. He looks too innocent. I’d destroy that poor boy.”
Horror gains traction on my face. “Excuse me?”
Lila lobs a red vine at my boobs, disgust splashing across her features. “Not like that, you perv. I’d destroy hisbrain,” she clarifies. “Maybe turn him into a fuckboy, like some kind of final boss girls have to fight off.”
“I doubt that would happen.”
When I don’t reach for the licorice, she swipes the candy from my lap, biting the end off. “You never know. I have a history of breaking hearts and creating monsters.”
I think back to the long list of exes Lila has, and the fourteen of them that she had to block because they used to camp out on the lawn outside her sorority house. “Okay, maybe you have a point,” I agree.
Blowing air out of my cheeks, I mentally cross out the two rookies of the group. “Is it Kit?”
“Seriously?” Lila exclaims, offended.
“He’s your type.”
“He’s the most egotistical guy I’ve ever met. And that’s saying a lot considering I slept with the entire Omega Psi Phi house.”
Jeez, I didn’t think I was this bad of a guesser. My eyes coast over Lila as she reaches for her glass of Dr. Pepper. I have no idea how that girl stays so fit with all the sugar she consumes.
It’s not Gage, Foster, or Kit. It can’t be Casen because he’s engaged. So that means…
I spring to my feet from the couch, rustling Lila’s entire body as I squeal. “You like Bristol!”
I’m not sure if Lila chokes from the airplane-like turbulence or his name, but streams of brown liquid shoot out her nose, and she doubles over in a coughing fit.
I point at her, doing a little dance. “That’s a yes! I knew it!”
“You didnotknow it,” she scoffs, wiping her mouth.
“Oh my God, Li. You two would be so good together. Not to mention you’d make insanely attractive babies.”
“Uh-uh. There will be nobabytalk. I don’t even know if he likes me back.”
“He’d be stupid not to,” I tell her.
She purses her sangria-colored lips, switching our reality television program to YouTube. “Thanks, Aer-Bear, but I’d much rather focus on that yummy boyfriend of yours than my sad situationship.”
That’s right. Hayes’ interview is today. I told him I’d watch it live. We’ve already been photographed multiple times together, but this is the first time Hayes is actually speaking about our relationship to the press.
I fall back onto my butt. “Fine, but we’re coming back to this.”
