Page 39 of Holidating
Weston got me through another holiday season without my mom, and I’ll always be grateful. But Weston is not boyfriend material. And there’s no other guy around here that’s half as interesting to me. So I don’t see the point of being sad about it.
Although—and I’m not about to confess this to Carly—I’ve worn my snuggly team sweatshirt, with his jersey number on the back, two mornings in a row. If anyone asked me why I like it so much, I’d point out that the sweatshirt is warm, and my apartment is cold.
But my crush on Weston is stronger than ever now. Becoming friends only made him more attractive to me. He’s a good man. I’m lucky to know him. Even if I’d prefer to know him naked.
“Ladies, I have a job for you.” Carly and I both look up to find Kippy—the lazy manager—standing over us with a stack of fliers.
“We’re doing our job right now,” Carly points out. She says this in a cheerful voice, but I can hear the underlying snark that’s often there when Carly speaks to Kippy. He’s such a tool.
“Yeah, but I need you two to pin these up all over campus,” he says. “New Year’s Eve is only a few days away. I’ll need you both to work late that night, obviously. And these need to be up all over campus by tomorrow morning. You can do it together after your shift.”
“After our shift,” she repeats. “At eleven?”
“Sure,” he says, dropping the flyers onto the table. “Thanks.”
Our eyes meet after he walks away. “That lazy motherf—” She bites back the rest. “He knows we’re not going to complain.”
“It’s too close,” I point out. Both Carly and I are coming up on our anniversary bonus. “That’s why he asked us.”
She nods, her eyes flashing. “He could probably ask me for a damn blow job at this point, and I’d do it.”
“Carly!” I squeak. “Ew.”
She giggles. “You should see your expression. Hilarious.”
“I’m repulsed.”
“I know! I wouldn’treallydo it,” she says, grinning. “But getting this bonus is like a crusade for me, now. It’s more than just fifteen hundred bucks. It’s an investment of a year. I’ve earned it. I want it. And no weasel-faced manager is going to get in my way.”
“Have you started counting down the days?”
“I’m going to. Tonight. Right after we hang flyers all over the campus. In the December cold. At midnight.” She rolls her eyes. “At least the event looks fun.” She grabs a flyer and holds it up so I can see.
The Biscuit’s Raucous New Year’s Eve: Featuring Live Music from The Hardwick Boys
Midnight countdown. Two-for-one wings 6p-9p. Join the party!
“Well, the tips will be great,” I point out. “If people are drinking their faces off from nine until midnight.”
“Yeah,” she says with a sigh. “Wouldn’t it be nice to go out on New Year’s like a normal person, though?”
I shrug, because I don’t even know who I’d go out with.
“Maybe Weston will come,” Carly says, her eyes brightening.
“Maybe. The hockey team is on campus already. They don’t get a long Christmas break.”
“That’s right,” she hoots. “Your new boyfriend probably told you their schedule.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t make me regret telling you that story.”
“So table seventeen might be hopping on New Year’s.” Her smile is brilliant. “Has he called you since you guys got back?”
“No, but why would he?” I shrug.
Her smile goes dreamy. “Because he probably misses you. I bet he woke up the day after Christmas and thought about you. He probably wants to reenact your fake sex scene for real. I bet he’s still thinking about it.”
“That’s not how my life works,” I mutter.
