Cosmo that this was a subtle way to let a guy know you were interested, and employed the technique whenever possible.
“So …” he started, leaning back in the chair and tapping his fingers against the armrest.
I took that as a clue to start. “Were you and Lizzie together before we broke up?” I asked.
“No.” He looked straight at me when he said it, and I could tell he was being truthful. At least that was a relief.
“Okay.” I paused, hoping he would say something to continue the conversation. When he didn’t , I asked, “How long were you thinking about wanting to be with her when we were together?”
I cringed after asking. It sounded like we were playing twenty questions or something lame—made even lamer by how I was the one with all the questions, and he didn’t care to ask me anything.
Because he didn’t care about me .
I pushed the thought out of my mind. It hurt too much to think about. He dated me first—he chose me first—which meant he had to care about me.
“I don’t know.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It just happened. I’m sorry, Chelsea. I shouldn’t have dated you knowing how I felt about Lizzie. It was wrong. If I could go back in time and change it, I would, but I can’t . It’s just how it is.” He paused, deep in thought, and continued, “Sometimes it’s impossible to control how you feel about someone. That’s how it is with me and Lizzie.”
His words hit me hard. “Does that mean you wanted to be with Lizzie from the beginning?” I asked. “For the whole time we were together?”
He nodded. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It wasn’t fair of me, I know. But like I said, I can’t change it now. Someday you’ll find the right person for you, but that person isn’t going to be me.”
I sat back in shock, unsure how to respond. The worst part was that he seemed to mean it. He felt bad about how everything had worked out—but feeling bad wasn’t going to cut it.
We were supposed to be together. Why couldn’t he see that?
“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?” I asked sadly.
“No.” He managed a small smile—as if he was glad I was giving up. Yeah, right. If only he knew what was coming next. “It’s hard to explain, but there’s something right about me and Lizzie being together. It’s the way things are meant to be. I know it’s difficult for you to hear, but after everything I put you through, you deserve the truth.”
“The truth being you want to be with Lizzie and not me.” The words sounded hollow to my ears. “But tell me one thing,” I started, even though I had a dreadful feeling I wasn’t going to like his response. “Do you love her?”
“I do,” he said. “Very much.”
I deflated at his answer. “Okay,” I said. “Thanks for telling me, I guess.”
I could have tried harder. I could have done something bold, like flinging myself at him to see if he would push me away or not, but I had more dignity than that.
I also had the vial full of Genevieve’s potion.
And what I planned on doing with that potion was all I thought about when Drew walked me to the door and said goodnight.
CHAPTER 8
The entire time Shannon, Amber, and I were hanging out at Shannon’s house, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at my purse, thinking about the vial inside. At least they didn’t pry too much about what happened when I went to Drew’s house. I think they could tell from the irritated vibe I was giving off that things didn’t go well. Anyway, they were happy gossiping about the guys on the soccer team and Amber’s crush on Jeremy. We had pizza delivered while we watched a movie (although we talked through most of the movie) and we made ice cream sundaes afterward. I normally didn’t eat junk food, but I made an exception since the past few weeks had been awful.
I knew they were doing this to help me get my
“So …” he started, leaning back in the chair and tapping his fingers against the armrest.
I took that as a clue to start. “Were you and Lizzie together before we broke up?” I asked.
“No.” He looked straight at me when he said it, and I could tell he was being truthful. At least that was a relief.
“Okay.” I paused, hoping he would say something to continue the conversation. When he didn’t , I asked, “How long were you thinking about wanting to be with her when we were together?”
I cringed after asking. It sounded like we were playing twenty questions or something lame—made even lamer by how I was the one with all the questions, and he didn’t care to ask me anything.
Because he didn’t care about me .
I pushed the thought out of my mind. It hurt too much to think about. He dated me first—he chose me first—which meant he had to care about me.
“I don’t know.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It just happened. I’m sorry, Chelsea. I shouldn’t have dated you knowing how I felt about Lizzie. It was wrong. If I could go back in time and change it, I would, but I can’t . It’s just how it is.” He paused, deep in thought, and continued, “Sometimes it’s impossible to control how you feel about someone. That’s how it is with me and Lizzie.”
His words hit me hard. “Does that mean you wanted to be with Lizzie from the beginning?” I asked. “For the whole time we were together?”
He nodded. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It wasn’t fair of me, I know. But like I said, I can’t change it now. Someday you’ll find the right person for you, but that person isn’t going to be me.”
I sat back in shock, unsure how to respond. The worst part was that he seemed to mean it. He felt bad about how everything had worked out—but feeling bad wasn’t going to cut it.
We were supposed to be together. Why couldn’t he see that?
“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?” I asked sadly.
“No.” He managed a small smile—as if he was glad I was giving up. Yeah, right. If only he knew what was coming next. “It’s hard to explain, but there’s something right about me and Lizzie being together. It’s the way things are meant to be. I know it’s difficult for you to hear, but after everything I put you through, you deserve the truth.”
“The truth being you want to be with Lizzie and not me.” The words sounded hollow to my ears. “But tell me one thing,” I started, even though I had a dreadful feeling I wasn’t going to like his response. “Do you love her?”
“I do,” he said. “Very much.”
I deflated at his answer. “Okay,” I said. “Thanks for telling me, I guess.”
I could have tried harder. I could have done something bold, like flinging myself at him to see if he would push me away or not, but I had more dignity than that.
I also had the vial full of Genevieve’s potion.
And what I planned on doing with that potion was all I thought about when Drew walked me to the door and said goodnight.
CHAPTER 8
The entire time Shannon, Amber, and I were hanging out at Shannon’s house, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at my purse, thinking about the vial inside. At least they didn’t pry too much about what happened when I went to Drew’s house. I think they could tell from the irritated vibe I was giving off that things didn’t go well. Anyway, they were happy gossiping about the guys on the soccer team and Amber’s crush on Jeremy. We had pizza delivered while we watched a movie (although we talked through most of the movie) and we made ice cream sundaes afterward. I normally didn’t eat junk food, but I made an exception since the past few weeks had been awful.
I knew they were doing this to help me get my
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