Definitely, Maybe in Love by Ophelia London Read Free Book Online Page A

eyes did not waver.
    “Seriously?” Was this guy for real? “You—someone I just met—are warning me to stay away from a friend I’ve known for two years, like you’re my brother or something, and…and I heard you.” I pointed toward the card tables. “I heard what you said to Dart Charleston about me, about my hair . It was an hour ago. Do you think I already forgot?”
    He looked over his shoulder toward where I was pointing, then back at me. “What do you think you heard me say about you?” He stepped forward. If he got any closer, he would seriously be invading my personal space.
    “Just keep your opinions to yourself until you get to know someone, and—”
    “Is that what you do?”
    The nerve of him.
    Okay, so yeah, whatever, maybe I had made some snap judgments before I’d officially met him, but so far, weren’t they pretty much true?
    “Of course,” I said, planting my hands on my hips.
    “And that’s why you flipped off my car earlier tonight?”
    My breath caught, much too audibly. “I…I didn’t…flip off your car.”
    “You did.” He slid his hands into his pockets, his posture easing. “You were with two other women on the street, you stopped in front of my driveway and gave my Viper the finger. I watched the whole thing out the window.”
    Frack .
    He’d seen that? Mel, Julia, and I had been on our way to the party. We had to walk past the house across the street, and I couldn’t help…well, I mean, what moxie must a college student have to own a car like that? He had it coming.
    “Look, if I did do something like that—and I’m not saying I did—all I meant was…well, our generation has to be more responsible and—”
    “So you’re implying my car isn’t responsible or I’m not responsible?”
    When I didn’t reply, he took another step, practically right in my face now. Any closer and I’d be forced to dance with him after all.
    “Maybe you should take a drive with me.” His voice dropped low. “Then you can make up your mind about both.” His gaze scanned down my face, pausing briefly on my mouth.
    Woo-boy.
    If only to break eye contact, I dragged my gaze past his shoulder toward the side of the street.
    Lilah stood there, watching us, hands on hips. She was flanked by a pair of her sorority sisters wearing matching tight red cardigans. The glare she was shooting at me could freeze fire. To her, I couldn’t imagine what Knightly and I looked like, less than arms-length apart, leaning toward each other, me flushing lustful red like a girl talking to the boy she was crushing on.
    Frack. Frack. Frack.
    Lilah broke from her group and sauntered our way, death and destruction in her eyes.
    I lifted my hands. “I’m out of here,” I announced, backing away.
    “Spring.”
    Hearing him call me by name muzzled my anger, tripped me up momentarily. There was something in his tone, something unfinished. But I kept walking, not wanting to give us time to finish.

Chapter 6
    “You look very pretty,” Julia said.
    “Don’t sound so disappointed,” I replied, looking up at her from my bedroom floor.
    “I’m not disappointed.”
    “Sorry, disapproving , I meant.”
    “I’m not…” Julia broke off when I smiled. “Are you really going out with him?”
    “If by him you mean Alex, then yes. My shift at the restaurant ran late, he’ll be here any minute.”
    She didn’t say anything as she watched me slip on my shoes, but she was humming. In Julia’s case, that was worse than outright complaining.
    “Do you have something you’d like to share?” I asked.
    The humming stopped. “No,” she said, but the timbre of her voice was unnaturally high. “Where’s he taking you?” She was behind me now, fingering my braids.
    “Dinner.”
    “Hmm.”
    “Disapproving again,” I said as I rolled to my knees then stood, reaching to turn off the radio on my desk and simultaneously shut my closet door.
    My room was uber-tiny, but I loved it. It used to be an attic, but