Losing It Part 26

"I just-I can't tell. You still sit together in cla.s.s, but it's different now. So, I thought maybe you two had broken it off."

He thought Cade and I were dating? How freaking oblivious was I? The whole world apparently noticed my best friend's feelings for me. So much for being like Nancy Drew, I was clearly the s.h.a.ggy and s...o...b.. Doo of this scenario.

"There was nothing to break off," I told him.

"What?"

"Yes! Cade and I aren't together. We never have been." His eyes were wide, and his head tilted in that way that said he didn't believe me. "Is that what you've thought this whole time? That I cheated on him with you?"

Oh, my G.o.d. The guy I may or may not have been falling for thought I was a s.l.u.t. Could things be any more screwed up?

His head was shaking back and forth, but I wasn't sure if that was a no or just him trying to puzzle this out. "I don't know what I thought. You're always together, and he touches you, he's always touching you. Believe me, I've noticed. I'd just a.s.sumed that was why... well, why you ran out that night."

"I didn't run out because of Cade. I had to get my cat..."

"Bliss, I'm not an idiot."

G.o.d, this was it. Somehow, I thought I'd gotten away with that horrible excuse. I mean, obviously, it hadn't completely put him off like I'd originally thought. But he'd always known it was excuse, he just had the reason wrong. And I couldn't let him know the real reason, not now, not here in this theatre where we were supposed to be professional (though I'm fairly certain professional had already been kicked to the curb).

"I have a cat! I do!" d.a.m.n it... why couldn't I ever remember my imaginary cat's gender? " Um... she's gray and adorable and her name is... " I said the first thing that popped into my head, "Hamlet."

I was a genius. I couldn't even invent a girl cat with a girl name. It's like there was this bridge in my brain between the rational and the absurd, and somehow I had burned it.

"You have a cat named Hamlet?"

"I do." Kill me now. "I definitely, definitely do."

That was it. I was going to have to get a cat.

"Fine. So, if you're not dating Cade, what's going on between the two of you?"

I could feel heat leeching into the skin of my neck. "Nothing."

"You are a terrible liar."

I was a terrible liar. My ears probably looked like I'd spent an hour in a tanning bed. "It's nothing. It's just something that happened Friday when I was... how do you British people say it? p.i.s.sed? Sloshed?"

He sat back away from me, but left his hands clenched on the back of my seat. "Did you sleep with him?"

"What? No!"

He didn't lean back toward me, but his grip on the chair loosened. One of his knuckles brushed against my arm. "Good."

"Garrick..." He was going to that place we weren't supposed to go.

He smiled cheekily. "What? Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you."

My brain tripped over that right now phrase again, but I forced my thoughts away from it. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just refer to me like property to be owned."

"Can't we own each other?"

If brains could have o.r.g.a.s.ms, I'm pretty sure this was what it would feel like. I shouldn't like it, but there was possessiveness in his words that was echoed in his dark eyes, and it sent s.h.i.+vers down my spine until my fingers felt numb with their emptiness. I couldn't answer his question, so I asked my own. "What has gotten in to you? I thought you promised me we wouldn't do this again."

He pulled his hands through his hair, his curls sticking out in adorable ways that made my stomach flip-flop.

"I don't know. I just... I've been going crazy thinking about the two of you together."

"We kissed. Nothing else."

He flinched back like I'd said Cade and I were getting married and having a houseful of children. I couldn't look at his face. It made me want to do insane things. I repeated myself, "It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything."

"I don't want anyone else to kiss you."

"Garrick..." I was starting to hate the warning tone in my own voice. If he kept pus.h.i.+ng like this, I wouldn't be able to say no much longer. I was going to throw myself at him, most likely just in time for Eric to walk back in.

"I know I'm not being fair. I'm being a right b.a.s.t.a.r.d, actually. I keep telling myself to leave you alone, but the truth is... I'm not sure I can. And now that I know you're not with Cade..."

"What are you saying?"

The backstage door creaked, and I realized how close we were. My heart thrumming like a plucked guitar string, I moved over a few seats seconds before Eric re-entered the s.p.a.ce.

He held up his notebook triumphantly. "Got it! And I brought down a real script for you, Bliss, so you don't have to use the sides."

I fought to calm my heart when Eric handed me the play.

Don't look at Garrick. Don't look at him.

It didn't matter... I was hyper aware of him. Even if I moved several rows away from him, I was certain I would know every time he s.h.i.+fted or breathed or looked at me.

The small book felt good in my hands, still warm from Eric's grip, and I had to resist the urge to begin pouring over the words that very second to distract me from Garrick. The Stage Manager, Alyssa, who was a year younger than me, came in the room to announce that we were ready to begin whenever Eric was.

He nodded the go ahead, and then turned to me. "Bliss, we're starting with Hippolytus. I'm going to have them perform their monologues one more time, then I'll have you jump up there. Just stick with what you were doing in your monologue. Play the objective-you want him, but your shame, your fear is your own obstacle."

I glanced at Garrick. Should be simple enough.

Alyssa came back in, Jeremy walking calmly in her wake. She took a seat at the tech table, and he stood center stage, his shoulders back, his chin up.

He looked good. I smiled in pride at him. Our little soph.o.m.ore.

"Hi Jeremy. I'd like to start by seeing your monologue one more time, just to get things going. Then we'll see how you do with Bliss."

Jeremy cleared his throat. Paused for a moment.

I loved that moment before. It was the height of antic.i.p.ation and hope. It was like diving off a cliff, knowing what would come after was terrifying and beautiful and the point of living. That moment... it was addicting.

I have let myself run on too far.