Page 50 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Yvie bats a hand. “It’s a game, silly.”
“Anyway, Tabby, why don’t you ditch this place and come with us?” Camila tosses a thumb at Kai. “Why don’t you just get his brother to do your homework? Isn’t he a genius or something?”
“I know you only have two brain cells to rub together,” Kai spits, “but try using them to get yourself far away from this table.”
Camila snorts, flicking her hair on and off her shoulder. “Watch who you’re talking to.”
Kai broadens his frame, inching off his chair. “Oh, I’m aware.”
Yvie grabs Cammy’s arm. “Stop, Cammy. You know he hates women.”
At that, Kai sighs and sits firmly in his seat. “Yet, a guy kicks you and he likes you?”
Yvie scoffs, hugging her waist. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Kai’s brow lifts. “Clearly.”
“It’s okay, girls,” I cut in. “I got this. Go order your drinks. It’s cool.”
The girls lean into each other, whispering behind cupped hands and glancing back at us as they walk to the coffee shop’s front counter.
Good. They’re ordering to-go.
Kai wads up a napkin and hurls in the direction the girls have walked away. He then huffs and slouches. “I don’t use my brother.”
My mouth curves upwards with brightness. The sentiment has me feeling lighter, remembering my own brothers, who dragged us down here out of their love and concern for me. Then it hits me. Kai heard Drew admit to doing my last homework assignment.
“I don’t use mine either.” I cross my arms stiffly. “Drew was just looking out for me.”
Kai tilts his head, and there’s a softness in his eye contact. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I get it. I mean, Milo doesn’t do my homework. But I’ll admit I ask him for a starting point for most of my assignments.”
For the first time, my muscles loosen. “What else are brothers for, huh?”
“I guess.” Kai shifts, glancing at the girls waiting for their coffee orders. “What was Camila saying about Logan’s Point?”
“Oh, her father bought a few rundown buildings over there and is planning to redevelop them.”
“So, is he just focusing on the town?”
“What do you mean?”
He shifts in his seat. “They’re not doing anythingoutsideof the town?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
His shoulders lower in relief. “Good.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because Logan’s Point is the best.”
I recoil, grimacing. “What?”
“Not the town, obviously. It’s a dump. But outside the town is da bomb.”
I snort. “Da bomb? Did you really just say that?”
He smirks. “Well, it is. There’s canoeing, hiking, rock climbing, and wicked roads to drive along.”
