Read One Night (Friends #0.5) for Free Online

yeah?”
    Why is she talking in questions? “Okay. Where is he?”
    “Upstairs?” Another giggle slips before Nat tries her best to manage a straight face. “In one of the bedrooms?”
    My heart starts to hammer against my ribs. He’d told me the last time we were together he wanted to take things further. We’d been making out in the backseat of his car, and he’d been sort of all over the place. He’s a decent kisser, though maybe a little sloppy. Too much tongue, I think. And he’s handsy as hell, which in the right situation I think I’d like, but most of the time, it feels like I’m making out with an octopus when I kiss Thad.
    Oh, that was mean. He’s my boyfriend. I shouldn’t critique his skills. More like I should help him along. I’m totally inexperienced too, so we can teach each other, you know?
    “Thanks,” I tell Nat before I walk away, headed toward the staircase.
    Where I happen to see Tuttle standing at the top, gazing down at me with…an unidentifiable emotion gleaming in his eyes.
    I start up the stairs, gripping the bannister with shaky fingers, unable to tear my gaze away from Tuttle’s. He watches me, his expression blank, like he could care less if it’s me that’s coming toward him, and that’s fine. Really. I should mean nothing to him.
    He means nothing to me. I’m in search of Thad, not Tuttle.
    “You finally made it,” he says when I reach the top of the stairs.
    “Up the stairs?” I ask confusedly. I come to a stop directly in front of him and I swear to God, he radiates heat. I can feel him drawing me in and I’m tempted to take a step backwards.
    But then I might fall down the stairs and that would really suck.
    Tuttle cracks the faintest smile. “To my party.”
    “Oh.” Right. His invite from long ago. “So hey. Have you seen my boyfriend?”
    The scowl that suddenly appears on his gorgeous face surprises me. “You have a boyfriend?”
    Okay. That was mean. Why does he sound so shocked? The jerk. “I do,” I say as I tilt my nose up into the air. Do I look snooty? I hope I do. Tuttle is a total jackass. “He’s average height, skinny. Brown hair, brown eyes. Have you seen him?”
    Ugh. I made Thad sound so boring, and he’s really not. I’m the worst girlfriend ever.
    “He’s really cute,” I add before Tuttle can answer me. “He has a nice mouth. Really full lips.”
    I wince the moment I say the words, and when Tuttle’s eyebrows shoot up, I figure he must think I’m really stupid.
    “I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend, Mandy,” he murmurs, the scowl gone, replaced by an almost-hungry look on his face. “So I don’t know what he looks like.”
    “Of course, you don’t. You never pay attention to anyone at school but yourself,” I mutter.
    The hurt look on his face surprises me.
    And angers me too.
    Irritated more with myself than with Tuttle, I push past him and he smartly steps out of my way. I’m mad. Why do I turn into a bumbling idiot in Jordan Tuttle’s presence? Why would he be so mean about me having a boyfriend? Like that totally shocked him, which is incredibly rude. He’s such a jerk. Such an arrogant, gorgeous, smart, awful jerk.
    The hall I’m walking down seems to go on forever, reminding me of a hotel. I take in all of those closed doors and decide…
    Screw it. I start opening them, one by one.
    One’s a closet, with neatly folded towels and sheets stacked on pristine white shelves. The next door is a giant bathroom that’s occupied by two girls making out, one of them sitting on the counter, her legs wrapped around the other one’s waist.
    “Sorry!” I yelp before I slam the door shut.
    Crap. This is probably going to happen again and again. Invading people’s privacy, but dang it, I need to find Thad. I’ve texted him twice since I got here and so far, no reply.
    Where is he?
    I open a door. Another one. And then another one-when I hear a breathy gasp. Followed by a groan.
    That groan sounds awfully