“Really, dude? No. McKenzie?”
“Mekena!” Markus yells and I nod.
“That’s right,” I say, typing in her name and going to her page.
“She threw up on my shoes last night.”
Scrunching my face, I look up. “Gross.”
“Yeah, it was. She’s cute, though.”
“Looks exactly like Skylar, just a smaller version.”
He shrugs. “I might try to hit it.”
I shrug back. “You do you.”
“You gonna hit Skylar?”
I roll my eyes. “No, dude. I got my eyes on someone else.”
“What?”
I look up. “What?”
“You’re sprung on that girl? Seriously?”
I look away. “Maybe.”
“What the hell? What happened to playing the field?”
I shake my head before looking back up at him. “I can’t. Not after what that girl did to me last night. You just don’t understand, Markus, really. Have you ever been with someone who just fits with you? I mean, everything was just right and I can’t shake that. I need more.”
“Do you know how pitiful you sound right now?”
“I don’t care. You don’t understand. It was just right. Perfect, even.”
When he laughs, I ignore him, searching Mekena’s friends list for her. I don’t care what he thinks because this is different. This is real, and I can’t stop thinking about her. About what we did last night. I tried to sleep, I did. And Lord knows I need it before this afternoon’s skate, but I couldn’t even catch a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I’m not sure if it’s lust or infatuation, but Avery No Last Name has me wrapped around her finger, and I’m counting the seconds until the coffee shop thing tonight.
“Just to let you know, you sound like Jayden. I thought your goal was Jude before Claire?”
“It was, but I guess I’m Jayden ’cause I can’t shake her.”
“Have you even tried?”
Giving him a look, I nod. “Yes.”
“You have not,” he accuses. “It’s only been a few hours.”
“I know, but this is different.”
“Different?”
“Yes! All I can do is think of her.”
“You’re a puss, dude.” He shakes his head as he leans back against his pillows.