Page 52 of We Shouldn't Be Together
My eyes roll. “You’re just making me feel bad, so I’ll be nicer to your girlfriend.”
He lifts his index finger. “One, you should already feel bad.” He lifts another finger. “Two, she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Whatever.” I gather my notebook and pen case. “I’m done being around you. You’re a horrible excuse for a human being.”
“Right back at you.”
I groan, stomping away from the table and out of Village Coffee. I hate how many eyes followed me out. Ugh. Kai will pay for making me create such a scene.
I pull my phone from my pocket and hit Freddy’s number. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”
“Hey. Done already?”
“I need to go home now.”
“Whoa. Cool your jets. I’m just near the bookstore. Walk down here. The car’s parked close by.”
“Okay.” I end the call and pocket my phone.
I march along the sidewalk as if the bookstore is my salvation. As I approach, Freddy leaves the store, sliding his Ray-Bans on and hitting the beeper for his car.
I jog the last few feet. “I've gotta get inside.”
“Or, you say, thank you, Freddy, for driving me home.”
“I’m not in a thankful mood.”
“Did you get any work done?”
I frown at him. “You shouldn’t have left me with him.”
We get into the car, and Freddy places a canvas tote bag with the bookstore’s logo on the backseat and then turns on the car’s ignition.
“What are you trying to do?” I ask, eyeing the bag over my shoulder. “Impress a girl?”
Freddy smirks, reversing the car onto the street. “She’d have to be some girl, huh?”
“I didn’t know Amber knew how to read.”
Freddy’s head tilts back with a laugh. “I amnottrying to impress Amber.”
“Sure, sure,” I snigger. “Where’s Drew?”
He shakes his head. “I try not to ask those questions. If you don’t know, they can’t implicate you as an accessory to the crime.”
I tense up. “What crime do you think he’s committing?”
He waves me off. “Figure of speech. I dropped him off at home before coming back here. I just doubt he stayed there.” He then points over the top of the steering wheel. “Isn’t that your study buddy?”
“Huh?” I follow where Freddy’s pointing, and my hopeful mood obliterates. “Ugh.”
Freddy flicks his indicator on. “We should give him a ride home.”
I latch onto his arm. “What, are you crazy? No way. Keep driving.”
“Good lord, Tab, relax,” Freddy says, slowing the car at the curb. He lowers his window and leans his head out. “Hey, you! Want a ride?”
I squeak in mortification, slamming my hands over my face and lifting my knees to my chin.
