That’s as real and as raw as I can get. Being with Crew is exciting, but it’s also…
Scary.
For all sorts of reasons. Good and bad.
When I return my attention to him, I find he’s watching me, his expression serious. He’s quiet for so long, I start to wiggle in my seat.
“You should trust me,” he finally says. “I like you, Birdy. And I don’t go chasing after random girls in art galleries on a Saturday morning. That’s not my style.”
I dip my head, unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face. A thousand butterflies just hatched in my stomach, their fluttering wings making me giddy.
“I have a question for you,” he says, right when I shove the last fry in my mouth.
I pause in my chewing, swallowing before I say, “Whenever you start a sentence like that, it always ends up being an uncomfortable subject for me.”
“We’re getting to know each other, remember? I’m curious about you.”
“Okay.” I drag the word out.
“About the ring. How that came about.” His gaze drops to my hand. “The purity ball or whatever it’s called. Why did you go?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got all afternoon to listen.” He leans back in his chair, making himself comfortable.
God, he’s so annoying sometimes. Always asking me about stuff I don’t want to talk about.
Yet here I am, ready to tell him all about it.
“It started before the ring. I did something that—scared my parents when I was twelve,” I admit.
His gaze flickers with interest. “What happened?”
“I got my first phone and I immediately joined a bunch of forums that focused on stuff I was interested in. Mostly boy bands.”
“One Direction?”
I nod. “It’s a rite of passage for preteen girls around my age.”
“I was always partial to Harry,” he teases. At my surprised look, he continues, “I have a sister, I know about One Direction.”
“Everyone loves Harry. I liked Niall. But anyway.” I wave a hand. “I spent a lot of time on these forums and I met a boy on there. He was fifteen.”
“That should’ve been your first clue something was up. What fifteen-year-old dude goes on those forums to talk about One Direction?” Crew rolls his eyes.
“I was only twelve. I didn’t know.” I shrug, feeling defensive. “Anyway, we started talking. A lot. He asked me for a photo and I sent him one. He shared his photo with me. Lots of photos. He was really cute. Sweet. He seemed to understand me, when no one else really ever has.”
I go quiet, the memories painful. I was gullible. Completely innocent. I believed in him so strongly, I thought we could be together. He would be my boyfriend.
“What happened?” Crew asks quietly.
“He wanted to meet me. In Central Park on a beautiful spring day, so I agreed.” I press my lips together, my gaze growing distant. “I took my friends though. They wouldn’t let me go alone.”
“You have good friends.”
“Had. We all went our separate ways when I got into Lancaster.” A sigh leaves me. “He never showed, and I was just…devastated. We waited at the park for hours, until it started getting dark. My friends comforted me, but I cried standing in the middle of Central Park, believing I’d been dumped. The moment I got home and finally checked the forum, I had a bunch of direct messages from him, yelling at me in all caps that he actually went to the park. He even saw me, but he was angry because I brought my friends. He just wanted me there alone, he said.”
“If he was fifteen, he wouldn’t have cared,” Crew observes.