Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Hey!” Laura knocked abruptly on the door. “Can I come in? What’s going on?”
Panic flitted over Casey’s face. “No. They can’t come in. They don’t know.”
I rose and locked the door swiftly. “Um, just give us a second. We . . . uh . . . ” I looked back to Casey. She was watching me with pleading eyes. My heart broke. If it’d been me—my resolve hardened. “I’m, um, I’m thinking about losing my virginity.” I backed away from the door. “It’s extremely private and personal, and embarrassing, and I’d really like as much privacy as possible. Thank you.”
Would that work?
I added, biting my bottom lip, “And don’t tell anyone about this. Oh, and Casey might have to talk to me about this at times. Just so you know. I am going to do it, so, yeah . . .” I raised a finger to the door, trying to sound convincing. “Don’t try to change my mind.”
“Um. Okay. We’re heading up. Casey, can you hear me?”
Casey cleared her throat, too. “Yeah. I’ll be up later.”
Once Laura left, Casey snorted into quiet laughter. She shook her head, wiping at some of her tears. “You’re the worst liar in the world.”
She’d be surprised.
I shrugged, taking my seat again, but an inch closer. “They’ll bug you later. You can tell them anything you want. I’m sure they bought it.”
“Thank you.”
My gaze met hers. I found myself nodding again. “Yeah.” My heart plunged once more. Back to the real topic. “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”
She picked at the bottom of her jeans. “Yeah. Well. What can you do about it?”
Everything.
That word stuck in my throat.
I reached forward and touched her hand, stopping her from pulling a whole thread from her pants. She didn’t look up. “You can say something.”
She didn’t move.
I licked my lips. They were so dry they almost hurt. “I don’t know the details. I don’t know what happened, or who it was, but my brother called me and told me he heard a rumor you were raped.” I paused. My heart was beating so hard. “The rumor wasn’t saying that a guy slept with you. It wasn’t saying you were a whore, a slut, or an easy lay. He didn’t say that someone scored with you. Whatever he heard was enough for him to call me because he was worried it would happen to me, too.”
She pulled her hand away, but not far.
“I talked to someone about someone I knew who was raped, but I didn’t say it was you.”
Her head lifted, and her eyes were full of alarm.
I repeated, “I didn’t say it was you. And this person doesn’t know we’re friends. He won’t figure it out.”
“He?”
“It wasn’t my brother.”
“Oh.” She went back to picking at her jeans.
She was so silent.
Was this how it was supposed to be? Was I supposed to do something else? Were there fucking cue cards for this?
“I haven’t told anyone else.”
She looked back up again.
“I’m here. If you want to talk, whatever. Hug. Cry. Scream. I’d rob an ice cream shop with you if you wanted.”
She started to laugh.
“No, really. I would. That should have its own square in the food pyramid as far as I’m concerned. They lump it in with dairy, but it should be on its own. It’s the best food invention of all time.”
Her laughter rose, and she flicked away a couple tears. “Thank you for that.”
“For what?”
A third bout of laughter. I frowned. She thought I was joking. This was a problem.
“Thank you.” She reached forward. Her hand covered mine. “I mean it. Thank you.”
“Okay.” I was still frowning. “I’m not joking about the ice cream. I’m really not.”
“I know.” The laughter subsided, but a few chuckles escaped. “And that means a lot—that you’d break in somewhere for me.”
“Burglary. Breaking in is just that, breaking in. Burglary is breaking in with the intent to steal, and my intent would be to steal ice cream. By the gallons, if I could.” Fuck. “Do you want to do that right now? I could figure out a way to break into the cafeteria. That wouldn’t be burglary because we already have a right to that ice cream. We’d just be breaking in.”
“No.” She shook her head. “But thank you. It does mean a lot.”
“Okay.” Just as long as she knew. “Do you . . . are you okay?” I was an idiot. “No. That’s the wrong question. I’m not good with this stuff.”
“No. You’re actually being fantastic.” Her head hung low again.
“Okay.”
Kristina would know what to say if she were here. Or Shay. Linde, for sure. What would Gage say? He’d know. He was someone I could channel. I ran through all the jokes he might say, but he wouldn’t. He’d be nice. He’d be kind. He’d say the perfect thing.