sexual chemistry like that—I saw the way he kissed you.”
Shaking my head, I looked down, avoiding her eyes. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not going to put myself in a position to get hurt.” I sighed. “I’ve been treated like shit by my dad for years. I want someone who’ll be open and honest with me, not someone who can’t decide what he wants. That usually means I pay for it in the way he treats me.”
She grabbed me by the shoulders. “Angie, I saw the look on his face when he saw you dancing with Josh. He’d definitely been bitten by the green-eyed monster.”
“Even if you’re right, I’m not going to make a move.” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’ll have to come from him. Now can we please let it go and go back out to the party? Let’s enjoy the night.”
“Alright, let’s go get drunk!” She threw her arm in the air like a battle cry. Okay, maybe she had more to drink than I had.
Emily and I went back out to the party, deciding to play beer pong. I ended up dancing with Nick later on in the night—mainly because I couldn’t avoid it any longer—but it wasn’t the same. I knew he’d wanted to kiss me, but I just wasn’t into it. I couldn’t get Caleb and that kiss out of my head.
It’d been two days since Caleb had kissed me. I thought I would hear from him but he hadn’t even emailed me about our project. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure I was ready to see him either. I was pretty drunk Saturday night, and it was quite clear he was as well. What if he didn’t remember? I would feel like a total ass. And if he regretted it? What a way to make things even more uncomfortable.
I would have skipped class but Emily was all over me about what I should wear, and there was no way she was going to let me stay home. She was determined to get Caleb to notice me again. I’m not sure what her motives were, but I put her off all day Sunday and Monday. Unfortunately by Tuesday morning I was too exhausted to fight her anymore. She was relentless.
“You should wear this,” she said as she pulled a super-tiny miniskirt out of her closet. It was shorter than the one I’d worn to the party.
“I will not wear that to class—unless I want every guy on campus to think that I’m easy,” I said, looking appalled.
I gave her a puzzled look. “Why are you pushing this?”
She looked up then and unfortunately for her, I knew all of her facial expressions so I saw the guilt written all over her face immediately. “What? Um…no reason.” She went back to digging through the closet.
“Don’t you dare play bullshit games with me.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I know when you are up to something. And right now you are definitely up to something. So I’ll ask again…what is this all about?” I demanded.
She stood up, then came over and sat on the bed next to me. “Look, you deserve to be happy.”
I could tell she still wasn’t giving me the full story. “There is more to it than that, so spill.”
She took a deep breath in, “Okay, so I talked to Andrew and Josh this weekend, and we all agreed that we have never seen either of you act the way you did on Saturday. And we also know that both of you are too stubborn to take advantage of something right in front of you. So we thought that we’d help you out.”
My temper flared. “So what now I’m some fucking charity case who can’t help myself?”
“That is not what I meant.” She took my hand and laced her fingers through mine. “You…you’re just always looking for Mr. Knight in Shining Armor to come and sweep you off your feet. You don’t want to put yourself out there if you have to work for it. I understand that your father is a son of a bitch, but just because a guy isn’t perfect, doesn’t mean that they’ll treat you like he does.”
Part of me knew that what she was saying was true. I spent all of my time trying to find a guy that wasn’t like my dad, it had reached a point where I would look