Who We Were by Christy Sloat Read Free Book Online

whole house was impressive, but the kitchen was huge. It was built for a chef. It had an oven and a Dutch oven to die for in all stainless steel and the counter tops matched; I’d hate to have to clean it. I found the massive fridge and soda was inside. I poured my cup and closed the fridge. There were no pictures on this fridge, and I wondered whose house this was. Don’t people put pictures of their kids in the kitchen? My mom did. Suddenly my heart hurt for what I’d said and how harsh I was to her. I slid out my cell and sent her a quick text letting her know I was okay. Sure I was pissed, but I couldn’t worry her. Her response text wasn’t as bad as I thought: We’ll talk tomorrow. Be safe and wake me .
    I knew wake me was so that she knew I got home okay. As I left the kitchen, I heard giggling from the dining room. I poked my head quickly through the entryway and saw a girl on the table and a guy between her thighs. I turned away before I saw anything that I couldn’t unsee.
    “Stop that tickles,” the girl giggled again. “Oliver, I’m ticklish there.” Oliver! He was hooking up with some tramp on a kitchen table while my best friend pined over him? Oh, hell no.
    I backed up and got a better look to make sure it was in fact her Oliver before I gave him a piece of my mind. Sure enough it was him. I recognized his hair and the way he slicked it back. The tiny girl beneath him peered over his shoulder and met my eyes. Lily. The trampy girl half naked on the table was my best friend. I turned away, pretending I didn’t see her, and ran out of the house.
    The noise from outside pounded away the odd feeling I had in my stomach.
    What is this feeling?
    Why do I care?
    Then I realized it was fear. I was scared the girl I called my best friend was doing God-knows-what with a boy she didn’t even know. I thought about going back inside, but then realized she was laughing not crying. She was in full control and was doing it willingly. Tears blurred my eyes. I thought about leaving, but seeing Nash walk in through the gate was the only thing stopping me. He didn’t notice me, but I didn’t try to get his attention. I wasn’t ready to talk to him just yet. I had to calm myself down. The door to my right was my escape route. I took it and found myself in a garage full of pot smokers. I coughed loudly, and they laughed like I had just told the best joke. I walked through to the other door that led out to the front yard.
    The fresh air hit me, and I took a deep cleansing breath and sat down. I put my head between my knees.
    “Not your type of shindig?” I looked up at Nolan Rylan’s face as he stood over me.
    “No. Not really. But why do you care?” I snapped.
    “Touche. I don’t really care, but when I see a girl sitting alone I wonder. Especially when she looks upset.” He knelt down and then awkwardly plopped next to me. “I hate these parties, really. It’s not my favorite thing to do.”
    I shook my head. Why was he even talking to me? He thought I was some Nash-bot who only lived to serve Nash. Well he was wrong.
    “So, if you hate these parties, then why are you here?” I glared at him, but found it hard since he looked so good tonight. His hair fell just right on the nape of his neck, and it shined in the light of the street lamp. He was wearing an aqua blue pocket tee shirt with loose fitting jeans. They hugged his hips, and I could make out his shape a lot better. What are you doing?
    I averted my eyes away from him and bit my lip. I couldn’t think of him like this! I was into his brother.
    “I’m here for the team and for Nash. He likes to hang here, so if I want any time with my bro, I have to come to this crap.”
    He really hated parties, and I got the sense he was lonely. I wouldn’t dare ask him about that though. We hardly knew each other which sparked my next question. “Why are you in summer school?”
    He laughed and hung his head making his hair fall into his eyes. He ran it