Page 74 of One Night Only
But it is. It really is.
“I was rude.”
He doesn’t deny it, still concentrating on his phone even though I can see no messages are coming through. “I better go rescue her,” he says. “Play the big brother.”
“Of course,” I say lightly as disappointment floods through me. “I’ll see you at the office?”
“Yeah sure,” he says, hailing a cab. “Have a good weekend.”
Goddammit.
I stand by the curb, watching the car drive away.
Locked out. So that’s what that excuse feels like.
17
“You look grumpier than usual,” Will says on Monday when I slink into our cubicle. “Did someone finally tell you that you shouldn’t wear yellow?”
I ignore him as I turn my computer back on, smoothing my ponytail down my back.
My chair feels lower. Did he adjust it? Or maybe he did something to my desk. I shoot him a look as I grab an emergency granola bar from my drawer, but his attention is back on his work.
As mine should be.
I am…thrown.Thrownis the right word. I feel like I’ve been missing a step ever since I woke up. I spent most of the weekend reimagining my standoff with Declan and my embarrassment about what happened with Matthias, making myself too angry to sleep in the process. As a result, I woke late, skipped breakfast and now everything is annoying me.
“Could you eat that any louder?” Will asks. I pause mid-crunch to glare at him.
“I’ll try my best.”
“If you’re going to be like this all week, you could at least give me a heads-up so I can call in sick.”
“Can you not today? I’m not in the mood.”
“Is this to do with Matthias?”
I glance at him sharply. “What do you mean?”
“He asked me if you were seeing anyone last week.”
“And what did you say?”
“No, but you sleep around.”
“Will!”
“What? You do.”
“But you don’t tell him that.”
“Why? Did he come on to you? What are you doing?” he adds, bewildered as I wheel my chair over to him.
“He asked me out,” I whisper.
“I don’t care,” he whispers back. “Go away.”
“You don’t think Matthias asking me out is interesting?”
