“I need snacks.”
“Me too,” she counters, pressing her lips together in frustration. “Are we allowed to raid the pantry in the main house? They have to have food in there.”
Her question reminds me of the last time I had movie night with Lennon.
“Follow me,” I state firmly, rushing down the path toward the outdoor kitchen. “You start in here. Grab everything you can think of that will be good for movie night. Get enough for the entire week. I’m going to go see what’s in the game room cupboards. Lennon and I watched a movie in there once, and he had snacks. I guarantee he didn’t bring them with him.”
Bella nods and starts searching. I head inside the game room and do the same. By the time we meet back up, Bella’s arms are overflowing with all the ingredients for homemade pizza. Mine, on the other hand, have the good stuff. Candy, chips, popcorn, and soda. I even found a few leftover grocery bags to carry everything in.
We divvy up our score back at my place. We have enough for all three movie nights with plenty left over. Realizing we can’t put it back, we load it up into one of the grocery bags and do what we know is right.
“What do you want?” Teegan snaps when she sees me standing on her step.
Don’t be a bitch, Presley. You’re the bigger person.
“Bella and I raided the kitchens for movie snacks. We thought you might want some.” My voice is flat, void of emotion. I rehearsed what I was going to say on the short walk over knowing just seeing Teegan was going to grate on my nerves.
When her mouth drops open in shock is when I feel myself slip. My smile makes an appearance. Not because I’m happy she was shocked but because she’s utterly speechless.
She can’t be a bitch if she’s not talking.
And since Courtney is gone, she’s all alone.
Bella is too nice to not talk to her, to not spend time with her. But me? I’m done with her. This is me making a peace offering. It’s a one-time thing. She can take it or leave it. I don’t really care either way.
Of course she takes it.
And even says thank you, her head hung in shame.
Hell, if she’d apologized, I would have been the one with my mouth hanging open.
With only a few hours before Lennon is going to be here to chill with me, I take the opportunity to spend a little extra time on myself. After curling my hair and reapplying my makeup, I search through my clothes for something comfortable yet cute to wear. Once I’m happy with my selection, I take a long look at myself in the mirror.
Then I change.
Because if it were anyone else coming over tonight, this outfit would be fine. But the fact I know Lennon has feelings for me... nope. I can’t do it. It would be like leading him on. Teasing him.
The last thing I want to do is give him the wrong impression.
Cleavage on display? Nope.
Curve-hugging skinny jeans? Can’t do it.
Which made me sad because I looked cute. I’ll remember this combination for another time but not tonight.
Back in yoga pants and an over-sized T-shirt, I’m removing some of my makeup when Lennon knocks. Catching a glimpse of myself as I walk by the mirror, I shake my head.
Now I look like either I just crawled out of bed, or I want to crawl in it.
I really hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea. He can’t possibly think I’m dressed like this because I want more from him. Right?
I’m overthinking this.
Guys don’t put much stock in what a girl wears. At least not any guy I’ve ever known. Wren never said much about my outfits.
Where did that come from? I haven’t thought about him in days. I was enjoying my break from him.
“Hey.” Lennon looks me up and down once, then twice. Maybe I am giving off a vibe with my outfit. “You look nice.”