Page 225 of We Shouldn't Be Together
He arches a brow. “I could ask you the same question.”
I gasp, cupping my hair in a ponytail. “No one’s ever gonna take my hair.”
“Ditto.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t grow mine to piss off Dad.”
Drew shrugs. “So?”
I let out a whisper of a laugh. “Whatever. Keep your yellow hair. It doesn’t bother me.”
Drew slings his arm around me as he slouches in his seat. “So, have you heard from loverboy yet?”
My stomach cramps, and I swallow as my mouth waters with something sickly.
Drew sighs. “I’ll take that as a no. Maybe you are better off without him.”
“Don’t say that.” I wipe my clammy hands against my thighs and exhale shakily. “I haven’t looked.”
“Tabby, you’re making yourself sick over it.” He snaps his fingers. “Give it to me. I’ll look.”
I shiver, pushing away from him. “No way.”
“Then you look.”
“I haven’t felt it buzz.” I look down at my clutch purse on the seat beside me. “But I guess it could’ve gone off without me noticing.”
“Yeah, like when you were taking your rage out on those pins,” Drew jokes.
“Are you dissing my technique?”
“Hey, I’m glad it got you to loosen up.”
I exhale another breath, this time sitting taller. “Okay.” I snatch my bag and open it on my lap. “I’ll check.”
Drew pulls his arm from around my shoulders, shifting to put more space between us.
I pinch the top of my phone to pull it from the pocket inside my bag, but stop myself. “Ugh. No, I can’t.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” Drew grumbles, diving his hand into my bag.
I try whacking his hand away, but he’s already got hold of the phone and has pulled it out. He presses the side button and holds it up so the notifications flash in my direction. There’s a mess of previews on the screen, but they all blur together.
After a few blinks, I take the phone from Drew and cradle it in front of me. Kai hasn't texted me.
“What really happened?” Drew asks.
I shy away from him. “What do you mean?”
“What went down that made you so rattled about him hanging out with this girl? It needs to be more than them being at soccer practice together.”
My stomach sloshes with another wave of sickness. “I guess I got a little paranoid when I found out she’s moving into his house this weekend.”
Drew’s lip upturns. “She’s… what? Why?”
“She lives with her aunt, who’s leaving town for a week. But that’s not even the worst part.” I dump my face into my hands. “Oh, I can’t even say it.”
Drew tugs on my wrists, prying my hands from my face. “Yes, you can. Tell me.”
