“I know that. But I’m confused, I thought you were Team Zayden. Weren’t you the one saying just the other day on the phone that you’ve known this whole time he was into me?”
“I did say that. And I meant it. But after we got off the phone I got to thinking.”
“About?” I prompt when she doesn’t continue.
“Think about us. If I had a problem with someone, is there anything you wouldn’t do to help me settle the score if I asked you to?”
“I think I’d draw the line at physically harming someone, but no, I guess not.”
“Exactly my point. I’m just asking that you don’t forget that he and Oliver have been friends for a long time. Based on what you’ve told me, the only conclusion I can come up with is that he actually cares about you. But, that doesn’t mean his intentions are completely honorable. Just be careful.”
An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach, but I do my best to push past it. It’s not like Savannah isn’t saying exactly what I’ve been thinking since the first time Zayden kissed me—but somehow hearing it from her makes it harder to swallow.
I don’t know what I’d do if this all turned out to be a ruse. But what if it isn’t? Am I really willing to pass something up that could be incredible because I’m scared that it’s not real?
I already know the answer to that question.
I’m not ready to give up Zayden just yet. Even if it means that it could all blow up in my face—I have to see this through. I owe it to myself to find out if there’s really something there.
I’m not one of those girls who goes gaga over a guy, so when feelings this strong come on, I have to explore them.
“I will be,” I promise.
Savannah claps her hands together. “Now that that’s out of the way, what do you say we crack open the ice cream and eat ourselves into a food coma?”
“I think that sounds amazing.” I nod, watching Savannah climb to her feet.
“Why don’t you get Netflix fired up, and I’ll go down and get the goodies?” She offers.
“Okay.”
With that, I watch my friend spin around and quickly exit my room, leaving me with a lot more questions than what I started with.
Savannah has always been my biggest supporter—my cheerleader—the person who pushes me to try new things and not be afraid to take chances. The fact that she felt the need to voice her concerns about Zayden makes me nervous for some reason.
It’s not like she knows Zayden. The only things she knows are what I’ve told her. And while she seemed thrilled the other day, something between then and now has shifted. Maybe because she’s had some time to think on it, like she said—or maybe I said something that raised a red flag and put her on alert.
Pushing to my feet, I cross the room and fire up the television mounted on the far wall. As I’m logging into my Netflix account, I catch sight of Oliver exiting his room. At first, I ignore him, thinking nothing of it. But after a couple minutes have passed and Savannah hasn’t returned, I start to get a little nervous.
I wouldn’t put it past Oliver to start shit with my best friend. The thought has me exiting my room and heading downstairs.
When I near the kitchen, I hear Savannah, but what I hear isn’t the normal sweet voice she usually has. I know instantly what that means. I quicken my strides, but then stop dead in my tracks when I hear Savannah’s next words.
“Do you really think you can walk in here and flirt with me like I’m some stupid bimbo? That I’ll get all giggly over you and forget the hell you’ve put my best friend through?”
He’s flirting with her….
Not that I blame him. She’s gorgeous. But that’s the last thing I expected him to be doing.
Pressing my back to the wall, I decide to listen for a moment.
“Oh, relax, I was just having a little fun with my dear sister,” Oliver says, humor in his voice.
Anger seethes through me. Of course he would think it’s funny. Everything is a game to him. I bet he hasn’t stopped for one second to consider what his actions have done to me. The embarrassment and humiliation he’s caused.
“Fun? Are you kidding me? How would you feel if someone did that to you?”
“It’s not like I meant for that video to be shown.”