Impossibly True (Impossibly Duology) by Shane Morgan Read Free Book Online Page A

Uh-oh.
      
“Um,” Not sure what to say next, I peered at one of the columns on the porch.
If Vanessa wasn’t meeting him, then who was waiting for her yesterday?
      
“Maybe…” I searched my head for an excuse; never been good at lying. “She
probably went to see another friend and stayed there for the night. Nessa’s
been sick since going to your game last week so—”
      
“She never went to my game last week. She said her joints hurt too much and she
had to stay in bed.”
      
This was getting even worse. My best friend had been lying to both of us it
seemed.
      
“So, when was the last time you saw her?” I had to ask because it didn’t seem
like they’d been talking much.
      
Calvin ran his hand over his low-cut hair, letting out a deep sigh. “We had a
fight two weeks ago. I called her and apologized, but she’s been making excuses
why we can’t meet up. If it’s not studying, then it’s because she’s sick. I
don’t know. I’m starting to worry…about us.”
      
He stuck his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants and gazed around my
porch, trying to figure out what was going on with his girlfriend. I could only
draw one conclusion from hearing this: Nessa was cheating. Suddenly, I felt as
if I didn’t know my friend at all.
      
“Anyways,” Calvin continued. “Tell her to call me. Tell her I want to know
what’s going on,” he said in a sad whisper. I wanted to sympathize, but
couldn’t. Their light switch relationship overwhelmed me, and I wasn’t even a
part of it.
      
“I will,” I replied, closing the front door as soon as he walked away. Then I
treaded down the hallway to my bedroom, picking up my cell phone off the end
table.
      
Branden’s text from last night popped up when I touched the screen. I couldn’t
help a smile, but then remembered what my intention was. I called Vanessa’s
phone. It went straight to voice mail so I left her a message:
      
“I know what you’ve been up to. Call me ASAP.”
     

     
      
Not too long after getting some stuff together to take to school with me,
Branden showed up. It seemed whenever I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes I
forgot about everything and everyone else.
      
We hung out for a while at my house, lounging on the sofa, and I figured I’d
make lunch for him here instead of spending money at a restaurant. He was
determined to go out though.
      
“Bran, it’s really no big deal. I can whip us up something in
seconds.”     
      
“I know you can,” he stood from the sofa and pulled me up into his strong arms.
“But I really want to try out this place. I rarely come to Berlin Heights,
remember?”
      
I caved. “All right. So I take it you still want to
watch a movie too?”
      
He held my hand, leading me to the front door. “Actually, I thought we could do
something else.”
      
Getting my denim jacket by the door, I asked as we stepped out onto the porch,
“Something else?”
      
Branden shrugged, grinned sneakily, and nudged me towards his car. He opened
the passenger door for me and said softly, “You’ll see.”
      
Then he hurried around to the driver’s side, bringing the engine to life the
instant he hopped in and closed the door. He looked particularly excited now.
With any luck his surprise wouldn’t shock me too much.
      
Branden drove to a riverside restaurant looking out at Downtown Baltimore in
the distance. I hadn’t been to this place in a while. In fact, the last time I
was here, it was two days before my dad moved out.
      
“You want to eat here?” I confirmed, getting out of the car once Branden found
parking on the street and paid the meter.  
       “Yep.”
      
We walked hand in hand into the restaurant. The second I entered, he pointed to
a table in the back. A familiar man was sitting there, waiting.
      
“What’s my dad doing here?” I turned and asked Branden. I wasn’t upset, only
surprised.
      
“He’s not working today,