“I didn’t want it to have to sit outside. Especially in the winter. So I need to buy a car here. How well do you know the area around school?”
His eyes light up. “I know it quite well. I was going to ask if you wanted to go off campus for some killer pizza tonight. Thought we could discuss my image. We could go early and swing by a couple dealerships. So what do you want? Do you know?”
“I was thinking a Range Rover.”
He nods his head. “A tight one, though, right?” He looks me up and down.
“What’s that for?”
“I’m trying to figure out what you’d look best in.”
“I already know what I’d look best in. The black V-8 with the supercharged motor. Deep chestnut interior. Probably have to do some cool wheels later.”
“You have good taste.”
“Well, thank you. So I need to change and grab my purse. What time do you want to leave?”
“Just text me when you’re ready.”
You should hate yourself.
3pm
I’m redoing my makeup when I get a text from Riley.
Sex God: You were kissing my brother in front of me. Break my heart. </3
Me: It was one kiss and you hooked up with Audrey last night.
Sex God: Because you were with Aiden. Having a million dances.
Me: It was 29.
Sex God: Why didn’t you meet me at the party? It was fun.
Me: I was upset. Didn’t feel like a party. Didn’t want to go back to Aiden’s room.
Sex God: Why?! What happened? Did he try stuff you didn’t want him to? I’ll kick his ass, seriously.
Me: It’s a long story. And no, he was a total gentleman.
Sex God: So who upset you?
Me: Aiden. He confuses me. I have no idea what he thinks. One minute he’s all romantic. The next he acts like he hates me.
Sex God: What are you doing now? Wanna go to the cafe with me and Dallas later?
Me: I’m going off campus for dinner.
Sex God: With the dance team?
Me: Um, no.
Sex God: My brother?!
Me: Yeah.
Sex God: He asked you on a DATE!?
Me: No. It’s pizza. He hung with me and Dallas last night.
Sex God: So you can party with Dallas and my brother, but not me?
Me: We smoked. Chilled. I didn’t know he was gonna be there. He was upset about Whitney. Still loves her. We bonded over our fucked up love lives. Ask Dallas if you don’t believe me.
Sex God: So if he loves Whitney, why did he kiss you?
Me: I’m not exactly sure about that. We’re going to talk about love, true love, over pizza. And it was just a little kiss. Spur of the moment kind of thing.
Sex God: I wanted it to be you last night.
Me: LOL! Not enough, apparently.
Sex God: I was drunk?
Me: Not what I heard. And the girl talks, Riley. A lot. I heard ALL about you in bed. Well, what she remembers of it anyway . . .
Sex God: I hate you.
Me: You should hate yourself.
Sex God: True :(
Me: I still love you though.
Sex God: Good :) My brother needs a nice girl. I don’t really want it to be you, but I’m tired of the Bitch screwing him around. He needs to get over it already.
Me: He’s a nice guy, not the dick I first thought. But I’m NOT interested in him. At all! Like NOT AT ALL! And you two need to be closer.
Sex God: We are close.
Me: I mean talk to each other close, not tease each other close.
Sex God: That’d be nice.
As we’re driving off campus, I remember to press the appropriate buttons on my phone so that Garrett doesn’t send the cavalry after me.
“Is this main gate the only way out?” I ask Dawson.
“You planning to sneak out?”
“Um, no, but I just wondered. The guard told us they have a senator’s son here this year. I thought, you know, if terrorists try to kidnap him or something, it might be good to know the back way out.”
Dawson grins at me. “He didn’t tell you?”
“Who didn’t tell me what?”
“You already know the senator’s son.”
“I do? Who?”
“Guess.”
“Jake?”
“No.”
“One of the freshmen?”
“Nope.”
“Just tell me.”
“It’s Dallas.”
“Seriously? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” But I plan on talking to him. I wonder if he was briefed on security protocol and escape routes.
We get to the Range Rover dealership. I find the car I want sitting on the showroom floor and tell the salesman that I’ll take it. He takes me into an office. I give him my shiny new black credit card and am slightly shocked that he takes it, charges my account, gives me a few papers to sign, and hands me the keys.
I never knew it was so easy!
As we’re walking out, Dawson says, “I’m starving. You ready for the best pizza of your life?”
“Will it really be the best of my life?”
He rolls his eyes. “Not really. The best pizza of your life is in New York. If you’re nice to me, maybe I’ll take you there sometime.”
I follow him to the pizza place.
It’s adorable. Little brick building. Little striped awnings. White tablecloths with red napkins.
We sit down and I ask if that’s where he’s from.
“Yeah. My parents live in New York. We have a place there and one in the Hamptons. That’s where I spend most of my breaks.”
“That’s cool.”
“All this shopping has made me hungry,” he says. Then he proceeds to order us two large pizzas.
“You’re that hungry?”
He laughs. He has an adorable laugh. “No, I promised Jake I'd bring some back for him.”
“So you and Jake are best friends, right? It surprises me that he's been kissing Whitney.”
“He’s been my best friend since freshman year, and we decided we're not gonna let her get in the way of our friendship.”
“That’s very mature. Except you told me last night you wanted to kill him.”
“Yeah, well today . . . ” He reaches across the table, holds my hand, and stares into my eyes with his big dreamy brown ones. “I haven't thought about her at all.”
I move my hand out from under his. “Oh, no you don’t. Don't you dare drag me into that mess. I saw the daggers her eyes were shooting at me when you were trying to get the football from me. I can’t imagine what she’s going to do when she hears that you kissed me. I don't care about being popular, Dawson. In fact, I don't want to be popular. We can be friends, but that’s it.” I say it with conviction, but I can’t help but grin at him. Dawson is very easy on the eyes. “We’re supposed to be talking about true love and our broken hearts, remember?”
His eyes trail from my face down my body. “You dress different,” he says.
I’m wearing a really cute Free People fit and flare tank dress with an adorable black leather studded waistband in a cute brown print. With it: Proenza Schouler black slingback platform wedges that have a burl wood heel. Large Burberry tote in a chestnut color that matches both the dress and the interior of my new car. Accessories are a fun braided leather bracelet, handmade silver and gold cross necklace, and brown teardrop chandelier earrings.