Yes.
“W-What? No, I don’t,” I word-vomit, but his smile tells me I’ve already betrayed myself.
“Don’t bother. Ethan spilled the beans about you liking a guy you shouldn’t the other day at work.”
I grin.
Freaking Ethan.
I knew I was smart not to tell him Will’s name. The guy can’t keep a secret to save his life.
“He’s your brother’s friend, right? This Will guy? That’s why you don’t want to be with him?” Luke puts together.
More like he doesn’t want to be with me.
“Not exactly. I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Oh, of course. Forget I asked.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I reach for the car handle.
“Listen, I know my aunt hired a new store manager and we won’t be working together anymore, but if you need me, I’m always here.” He seems sincere.
“Thanks. You’re a good friend, Luke.”
He offers me a small smile in response, and I carry myself out of the car, watching him disappear down the street. My mom’s car isn’t in the driveway yet, but my brother’s car is.
Along with Blake’s—I’m going to vomit.
And last but not least, the car I especially didn’t want to see…
Will’s.
He’s at my house.
I activate my phone as I’m unlocking the front door. I walk in, voices and laughter ricocheting all the way from the living room to the kitchen. They’re all here. The second my phone lights up, it pings with a text.
Except it won’t stop.
One message.
Two messages.
Three messages.
The many texts I didn’t receive today all come through at once. I have two from Morgan.
And four from Will.
His last text was two minutes ago.
Willy Wonka: I’m literally losing my fucking mind, Kass. Answer me.
“Who the hell are you texting, Martins?” I hear my brother ask in the living room.
“No one,” Will replies.
Me.