Never Let Go by Scarlett Edwards Read Free Book Online

exhales again. “So we’re both on the same page?”
    “Totally. I’ll just pretend yesterday never happened.”
    Andrew cringes. “You don’t have to do that. Maybe we can still be friends.”
    “Maybe,” I sigh. The last thing I want is to transition into an awkward friendship with Andrew. Better to just heal and move on.
    “Okay.” Andrew picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Thank you for understanding, Paige. I really appreciate it.”
     

Chapter Six
     
    Katy is waiting for me outside. She grabs my arm and starts to whisper something in my ear. Then she notices Andrew and goes quiet.
    He nods at her as he passes. He does not look at me.
    When we’re alone again, Katy looks somewhat anxious. “So? What was that all about?”
    I shake my head. “Nothing.” Andrew has already disappeared from view. “You want to get something to eat?”
    “Obviously it wasn’t ‘nothing’. You look like you just found out your cat got run over by a truck.” She pauses. “No offense to Pickles.”
    “None taken.” I smile to make her feel better. “Really, nothing happened.”
    “Why’d he want to talk to you? Hell, how’d he even remember your name? There were at least fifty other kids in there with us.”
    I shrug. “He’s got a good memory, I suppose.”
    “You’re not telling me something, Paige.” Katy purses her lips and looks me up and down. Then her eyes widen. “Oh my God. He’s not…” she lowers her voice, “…the mysterious guy you spent all day with yesterday, is he?”
    I blink in surprise. “How on earth did you figure that out?”
    Katy taps the side of her head. “Hey, I got in for a reason, eh? I’m not just some vapid blond.” She tugs at her roots. “No matter what my hair seems to imply.”
    Despite my mood, I laugh a little. “You said ‘eh’.”
    Katy looks surprised to hear it. Then she smiles. “Well, I told you I’m from Canada. I’ve got to make my country proud.” She tilts her head in the direction Andrew went. “I’m right, aren’t I? He took you out yesterday.”
    I give a despondent sigh, then nod. Katy slips her arm through mine and leads us out of the building. “That sucks. But I know just the place we can get you a little pick-me-up.”
     
    ***
     
    “You should just forget about him,” Katy advises. We’re sitting at an open-street café, sipping two cold Frappuccino’s. The bright sun overhead gives no indication that there had been a rainstorm less than twelve hours ago. “The way you made it sound, he didn’t even try to fight for you. A guy like that isn’t worth your time.”
    “You’re probably right,” I concede. “Rules are rules, right?”
    “Yeah. And Andrew sounds like he’s a stickler for them. He might have a good face, but otherwise he’s probably as exciting as a stack of hay.”
    I laugh. “Yesterday he wasn’t so bad.”
    Katy rolls her eyes. “Please. Every guy in the history of the human race knows he has to impress a girl on the first date. It’s the ones that keep doing it time and again that are the keepers…” Katy trails off, her eyes focusing on something behind me.
    “What?” I ask, spinning around in my chair. I see a helmeted driver pull into the parking lot on a dark bike. A Barbie doll with long legs and tanned skin clings to his back.
    “Don’t look now,” Katy warns, “but it looks like your new flame has just arrived.”
    “Andrew doesn’t ride a bike…” I begin. The driver takes off his helmet. Immediately, his gray eyes pierce mine.
    I spin around in my seat. “ Spencer ?” I hiss.
    Katy winks and leans back. She looks at him from the corner of her eye. “He’s seen you,” she says through a heavy smile. “Aaaand he’s coming over now. Three… two…”
    I tense up. Spencer is not the person I want to see right now.
    A chair scrapes against the ground. A dark shape falls into it. “Ladies.”
    Katy smiles sweetly at him. “Hi, Spencer.”
    “Kate.”