“Probably an ex-girlfriend,” I finally say. There is no evidence of photos of them together, which tells me if they were together, she deleted or archived them all when they broke up.
“Why do I feel jealous? I have no reason to be jealous.” Gracie scowls. “I don’t even like him.”
“They have no photos together alone, so maybe they weren’t together.” I hand her back her phone. “She’s probably just a friend. You saw she was on the cheer team. She was at all their games. Cheerleaders are always close to the football team—or at least they try to be.”
“Ugh. A cheerleader.” Gracie’s scowl deepens.
“Weren’t you a cheerleader?” I ask.
She glares. “Yes. We’re the worst.”
I laugh. “You said you hated him.”
“God, I do.” She drops the phone on the couch beside her and drains her Starbucks cup. “So why can’t I stop thinking about him?”
“Gracie.” I knew this would happen. “You do this all the time.”
“I do what?” she asks innocently.
“Move on to the next guy way too easily,” I say gently. “Spend some time alone, without a guy. Or just be Caleb’s friend and hang out with us. You don’t need to rush into another relationship yet. You just ended things with Robin.”
She ended things with the other guy too, only about a month ago. And then the other guy a month before that.
“Caleb’s a player. He’d just want to fuck me and forget me.”
“Exactly, so don’t do that. Don’t have sex with him,” I stress.
“Is Tony a player?” Gracie asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not really.”
How much of a player could he be, considering he was a virgin?
Still hard for me to wrap my head around, if I’m being honest.
“He’s so good looking,” Gracie says on a sigh. “And he seems really into you.”
“You think so?”
She nods. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off you last night. I know you claim you just want to keep it casual with him, but I think he really likes you. And from the way you’re so quiet, I’m guessing you might really like him too.”
I do. Oh God, I do. This is a big mistake though. Huge. I shouldn’t like him so much. I wanted to keep it friendly. He’s the one who pushed for friends with benefits, and look at us now. That’s what we’ve turned into.
But this isn’t all his fault. I was a willing participant last night. I wanted it. I wanted him. I want more of him. We had sex twice. I had two orgasms and that lucky bastard had three. I’m worn out. Would love nothing more but to collapse in bed and sleep the day away.
I have class though. A test that I haven’t studied for at all. I’m screwed, but I don’t care. All I can think about his him. Tony. And when I might see him next.
This is bad. So, so bad.
“Hay? You all right?” Gracie nudges me in the shoulder.
I lift my head in a daze. “Did you say something to me?”
“I said I think you really like him too,” she says. “Do you?”
I stare off into the distance. “I shouldn’t.”
“Well, there’s I shouldn’t, and then there’s I do.”