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“I don’t know,” I muttered, my shoulders rising and falling once. “I hope not. I told them I cared for them. I might even love them.” The words felt fake in my mouth, considering the dream I’d just had involving Christian. If I truly loved Alec and Xander, why did I have a sex dream about the one boy I hated above all others?
I couldn’t be falling for Christian. I couldn’t.
“Damn,” Georgia swore. “I thought those two hated each other? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them together since I transferred to River High.”
“They used to be friends, and then they had a falling out.” I would not tell her about the whole bisexual thing, because it wasn’t my secret to tell. If they wanted other people to know, they would be the ones to say so. “I brought them back together.” And then had sex with them.
“Huh,” she muttered. “That’s crazy.”
Crazy didn’t cut it. It wasn’t a strong enough word.
It was another ten minutes before Alec pulled into the driveway. I was on my feet, rushing to the car with Georgia on my tail before my dad or Diane could come out and talk with him. I could only imagine how that talk would go. No, thanks. No awkward encounters today.
“Hey,” Alec spoke with a grin as I got in next to him. Georgia hopped in the backseat, buckling her seatbelt as Alec only had eyes for me. And what a pair of beautiful jade eyes they were. The tiny dimples in his cheeks made my stomach warm at the memory of what we did yesterday.
Shit. I had it bad for this kid.
“Hey,” I said back. “Ready to go, or should we sit here and stare at each other some more?”
“I could stare at you all day and never get tired of it,” Alec’s reply was impossibly smooth, and made my stupid little heart do a flip in my chest. He turned his head to Georgia. “Good morning, Georgia.”
She waved him off. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here for the ride. And, you know, the dresses.” She was grinning, smiling from ear to ear. I didn’t think I’d ever seen such a huge, happy smile on her face. “I’m actually kind of excited. Maybe I’ll end up going to prom, too—as long as this one turns out okay.”
As Alec started backing out of the driveway, I told her, “Oh, I’m making you go to prom whether Snowball is a disaster or not.” Hopefully it wouldn’t be a disaster. Hopefully everything would go smoothly.
My luck, at this point, was a legendary kind of bad. Really, I should’ve known better.
We all make mistakes, right?
