Page 55 of Infatuated as They Come
“You must have done something.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What are—”
“When are you painting the cheer team?” she asked, poking at my arm. “Can you do that?”
Frowning, I shook my head a little and met her eyes. “You want me to what?”
“You paint, right? Can you paint us? That would be so exciting! We should do it next week. Can we do it next week?”
“I’m gonna head on home now,” Holly said softly, creeping up behindClaudia. “I’ll see you at practice.”
“See you then!” Claudia said, giving Holly a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Sawyer! We’ll talk about our project next time!”
“Yeah,” I said before turning to Holly. “You were really great ton—”
Holly moved straight past me, forcing me to stop midsentence. Goddamn. I let her walk ahead of me even though it would have been easy enough to keep up with her, but there was no point when she was so mad. Even in the cab ride home she made sure to keep her eyes on the window, her body turned away from mine.
When we got back to the apartment, I watched her kick her shoes off, her bag hitting the floor next. Not even giving me a second glance, she moved across the living room and into our bedroom. Yeah, she was pissed at me. Felt like old times.
I quickly followed after her, stepping into the bedroom to see her yanking the scrunchie off her head. Her long fingers combed through her hair with her back to me, but I knew she had heard me come in.
“You’re probably hungry,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “Want me to make you something?”
She said nothing.
“You should eat,” I said.
Still, she stayed quiet. It was only when she spun around and moved over to me that she made eye contact with me.
“Can you move?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’re in my way.”
I smiled, keeping a hand pressed to the doorway. “Oh, you’re finally talking to me, huh?”
“Are you gonna stand there all night?”
“Are you gonna be acting this way all night?”
“Acting like what?”
“Like a brat?”
She rolled her eyes. “I am not acting like a brat.”
“What do you call this then?” I leaned in closer to her. “Because you’ve been giving me attitude all night.”
“There’s nothing wrong. I’m fine.”
I tilted my head at her. “Are you mad at me, Pom Poms?”
She huffed. “No.”
“I know when you’re mad at me. I have a lot of experience with that in case you’re forgetting.”
“How could I ever forget?”
