Either way, I am already in too deep. If I tried to pull away now, I’d still have a broken heart. I don’t have anything to lose from giving this a go—as long as Reid keeps being the man he is to me now. That said, I’m not going to clue him into any of that. I am enjoying being chased by him.
Reid pulls into my favorite diner in town. I know to wait for him to open my door. I learned that last time when I hopped out before he came around to open it, and he smacked me on my ass. Which had caused me to scream and everyone to turn and look at me in the parking lot.
Most of the girls glare at me these days. Before they barely noticed me, but now that I’m with their prized Reid, they stare holes through me. We’ve been the talk of the high school all week long. I don’t care what any of them think of me. High school is almost over.
It’s not as though Reid is being subtle about any of this, either. So it’s his fault in a way for laying it on so thick in front of everyone. He always has to have his arm around me and is definitely not shy about public displays of affection. I can’t blame the girls for being envious. If Reid were acting this way toward one of them and doing anything under the moon for them, I’d be seething with jealousy.
His doting on me has no bounds. It started out with him bringing me breakfast in the mornings. It wasn’t anything elaborate or crazy. It ranged from donuts to bagels, and today I got Pop-Tarts. At school he began to wait around for me and give me little treats throughout the day. I know it’s silly to get warm and fuzzy over a chocolate bar that he got from the vending machine, but I can’t help it.
It wasn’t the candy that gave me the warm and fuzzies, it was the fact that he was thinking about me and wanted to do something for me. It was as sweet as all the chocolate he gave me. I was eating all of his attention up even though I was trying to keep him somewhat at an arm's length.
He opens the door for me, and I head toward a table in the back. “Will you order for me?” I ask as he pulls my coat off and hangs it over a chair.
“Yeah.”
I drop my head back, and he presses his mouth against mine. I almost huff out a breath when he quickly pulls away. I know this isn't the place, but I need him to freaking kiss me already!
“Bathroom.” I turn, rushing off before I grab him and kiss him not caring who is watching. I grab one of the stalls, shutting the door and locking it behind me.
“Did you see Reid just walked in?” I look through the crack in the stall to see Wendy’s long blond hair.
“No! Is he in my section or yours?” I lean over further, trying to see who the other girl is. I see Melissa fluffing her dark hair in the mirror.
“Mine.”
“You bitch,” Melissa says. I roll my eyes. “Does he have that chubby Zoey girl with him? He’s really trying to win this bet.” My stomach drops. I shake my head no. Reid wouldn’t do that. You also never thought Reid would stop talking to you and break your heart when you were thirteen, that tiny voice in my head annoyingly reminds me.
“What is it with guys wanting virgins? They don’t know how to do shit. I bet she’s terrible at blow jobs.” Both of them start giggling.
“I’m just waiting for them to break up. I mean, he never dates anyone from our school. Then suddenly he’s all over the smart, fat girl,” Melissa says. Her voice is full of disgust. I fight back the lump that forms in my throat, trying not to let them get in my head, but it’s hard.
“She’s not too smart if she’s buying what Reid is selling.” They both burst into laughter again. Thankfully they leave the bathroom. I stand and hurriedly wash my hands, needing to get out of this bathroom as soon as possible. Of course when I come out I see Wendy at our table. She throws her head back and laughs at something Reid says to her. Then she rests her hand on his shoulder.
Wendy glances my way with a smirk on her lips. Did they know I was in the bathroom? Reid reaches up and pushes her hand off his shoulder before handing her back the menus.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks,” I hear her say as I get closer to the table. Reid hops up to pull my chair out for me. I sit down, not feeling hungry anymore. The only thing I want now is to go home. Thankfully my mom is out of town this weekend for a conference. She reads my moods too well. She’d be all over me the moment I walked in the front door. She’s been loving the fact that Reid and I are friends again.