“No. No way.” Alyssa is shaking her head now. “What? Why the hell are you getting married Thanksgiving weekend? That’s a month away.” Her eyes get wide and a sad smile crosses her face. “You’re pregnant? Congratulations!” Leah’s mouth drops open at the news. “Really, Lori. That’s sweet of you to ask, but I cannot be in your wedding now. It wouldn’t be right. I know we’ve been friends since before we started dating. What do you mean you already bought my dress? You’re kidding me, right?” She’s glancing at Leah for help again and this time Leah is practically falling over she’s laughing so hard. Some friend. Alyssa starts laughing at what Lori is now saying. “So, what you’re saying is that you want me to be in your wedding and you want me to bring a date? Where the hell will I be able to find a date?”
My brain doesn’t even process what I’m about to do. I tap her on the side of the leg to get her attention. When she looks up, I say, “I’ll take you.” The girl on the phone must have heard me because Alyssa shot daggers at me. What did I say earlier? If looks could kill.
“It’s a friend of mine. I doubt he wants to really go, Lori. He’s just being nice.”
“I would love to take you to your friend’s wedding.” I’ll take her because there is no way in hell I’d let her go face her ex alone.
“Please don’t do this to me, Lori.” She is so adorable when she rolls her eyes. “Okay. Fine. I’ll be there, with a date.” She gives me a harsh look then continues, “as long as I don’t have to walk with, talk to, or be anywhere near you know who. Book me a room. Yeah, yeah. You better love me and you do owe me big time.” She disconnects the call and exhales. “I don’t know which one of you to stab first,” she says looking at both me and Leah.
“I cannot believe she got knocked up before the wedding.” Leah ignores her threat and starts to laugh again. Alyssa stands up and slides her feet back into her flip flops that were placed in the grass behind them. They both start packing up their stuff as Shane and Logan walk toward us.
“Troy said he’ll meet us at your car in about ten minutes,” Logan says. “Hey, girls. You coming out to eat with us?”
Alyssa doesn’t look happy. She slides her bag over her shoulder, grabs the blanket, and starts walking toward the building. Leah and I exchange a look and I tell her I’ll go talk to her. I catch up to her before she rounds the corner to the door.
“Hey. Wait up,” I call out. She stops moving forward, but she doesn’t turn around or say anything. I put my hand on her elbow causing her to look up at me. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” She looks sad again. “What’s wrong is that I’m going to get stuck going to this wedding alone and have to deal with Jeff and his family.”
“What do you mean alone? Didn’t I just say I’d take you?” I say pointing over to where we were just sitting.
“Yeah, but something will come up and you won’t be able to go. I’m not really holding you to going.”
“Alyssa, I’m not sure why you think that, but I’m taking you to that wedding.”
“It’s Thanksgiving weekend. Won’t you be spending the holiday with your family?” She has a hopeful expression in her eyes.
“Looks like this year, I’ll be spending it at a wedding with you.” Without warning, her arms are around my waist and her head is resting on my chest. My arms don’t even hesitate to pull her to me and my cheek is resting on her head. It feels like this is exactly where she belongs. I’m afraid to say anything because the thought of her releasing her hold on me is agonizing.
“How will I ever repay you, Rocco?” That makes me smile.
“I have an idea.” How did I not think of this earlier? She gazes up to me relaxing her grasp around me, but both of her hands are holding the bottom of my shirt at the waist. “How about you come with me to a charity dinner my mom has in two weeks?”
“A charity dinner?” She looks nervous. “I don’t think I’d be able to find something appropriate to wear.”
“I know my roommate and best friend did not just say that.” Leah’s voice interrupts our conversation and Alyssa let’s go of me the rest of the way and takes a step back. “Do you forget the kind of miracles I can perform?” Thank goodness for Leah.
“See, problem solved. I won’t have to go to the charity dinner alone and you’ll have someone to keep your ex away from you at the wedding.” Alyssa visibly relaxes.
“Okay, if you are sure you’d want me to go?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Not sure what she is talking about, I glance between her and Leah looking for a hint into their unspoken dialogue. Leah grins then turns to look at me.
“She’s going. Just let me know when to have her ready,” Leah announces.
“What the hell are you guys doing over there?” Troy calls as he comes out of the building. “Are we going to eat or what?” Shane and Logan are now walking passed us telling me to hurry up.
“You girls want to come get something to eat?” I ask Alyssa and Leah. They look at each other and Leah shrugs.
“I’ll have to get changed and grab Ty,” Leah says looking over to Alyssa.
“Where are you going?” Alyssa asks.
“We usually go to the bar on Main Street. They have a restaurant there, too.”
“I know where you mean. We’ll meet you there in about twenty minutes, if that works for you?”
“You want us to wait?” I really don’t want to let her out of my sight even if she’ll be meeting up with us soon.
“Do you really want to wait for Leah to get ready?” The sarcasm that floods her voice is irrefutable.
“I heard that,” Leah shouts making her way up the steps to the door. Alyssa and I both laugh.
“See you in a little bit.” I watch her catch up to her friend until they disappear in the building.
“Got your shit together I see,” Shane yells out when as I catch up to them by my car.
“Get in and shut the fuck up before I run your poor-excuse-for-a-friend ass over, Shane.” The smirk on his face isn’t enough to bother me this time. He’s lucky I’m in a very good mood right now.
Chapter Eight
Alyssa
The feeling in my chest is like nothing that I have ever felt before. My brain is telling me to calm down because this is Rocco Matthews we are talking about. Wasn’t someone just telling me how much of a heartbreaker he is? No way can I allow myself to fall for this guy, but it won’t hurt to let him take me on a couple dates. They aren’t even real dates, are they? There’s no denying how good it felt to be in his arms, though. No wonder girls are always throwing themselves at him. This is the exact thing I need to avoid.
Leah gets off the phone with Tyler. “Ty is going to run out and grab his car. He said he’ll pick us up by our door in 10 minutes.” Her smile cannot get any bigger then it is right now. “Well, I have to say, Lyss, I’m impressed. Rocco may actually be good for you.”
Here we go. I grab my new jeans and blue sweater my dad bought me yesterday and change quickly. “Friends, Leah. We’re just friends.”
“That’s funny because just a couple days ago, you were saying you were just lab partners.” Suddenly, a huge smile breaks out on my face. “You like him, don’t you?” She’s serious, now.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” This isn’t easy to explain. “Here’s the thing. Just ignore for one second how my last relationship just went down in flames a little over a month ago.” She nods to let me know she’s listening and keeps quiet, so I can continue. “Yes, I get that Rocco Matthews is gorgeous and he’s been nothing but sweet to me. Maybe the reason I think I like him is because of all the things he’s done. How many times has he helped me out in less than a week? Rocco doesn’t do the whole boyfriend thing. Even if he did decide to start dating, he can definitely have anyone he wanted. Why would he pick me? He doesn’t really even know me.”
“Okay, so let’s start by ignoring the lying, cheating bastard for forever.” She gives me one of her glares. “Maybe Rocco’s doing
all those things for you because he may actually like you. Julia called me at home this morning.” My shoulders sink. “Just listen before you throw one of your tantrums,” she warns. “She said that Rocco came to her asking about you while they were at a party last night. He was asking if she thought you were over Jeff, about why you went home, and when you’d be coming back. She also said he ignored a whole shitload of slutty girls and went back to his apartment alone and early. Look, I cannot tell you what to do. I’m not even sure what I’d do if it was me in your position, but maybe you should just be open to it. Don’t shut him out, but keep your distance at the same time. You deserve to be happy, Lyss. What if being with Rocco is what makes you happy?”
A car horn beeps outside of our window. “I guess we’ll just have to see how it goes. Come on. Tyler’s waiting.” She checks herself in the mirror one more time before looping her arm through mine and we head outside.
Within fifteen minutes, we are walking through the door of the restaurant. I’ve never been in here before. The older, dark wooden bar is off to the left and stretches from the front of the place to the back. Neon signs advertising the various brands of beer they serve are hung on the wall behind it in between the shelves holding the bottles of liquor. Almost all of the stools lined up along the counter are full, as well as the high tables in front of it. Directly in front of us are newer booths to the edge of the room, also in dark wood to match the bar, and round tables in the middle for larger parties. There is memorabilia hanging around the room from professional teams, our college, and the local high schools. Televisions hang all around, so no matter where you sit you can watch them. It’s a typical small town bar.
“Hello,” the petite hostess says. “How many in your party?”
Tyler tells her we are meeting friends and she directs us to a table in the back by the huge TVs, all of which have a different football game broadcasting. The four of them aren’t hard to spot, even in the crowd that has gathered here. All of them already have half a beer downed and there are appetizers just being placed on the table as I drop into the seat next to Rocco.
“Perfect timing,” he says as I reach over and take a nacho off of the plate in front of him.
“Couldn’t have planned that better if I tried.” The butterflies that have been released in my stomach are driving me crazy. We are interrupted by the waitress who has noticed our arrival. We all give our orders and she rushes off.
“So, Alyssa, Rocco was just telling us how he’s going to take you to your friend’s wedding,” Shane says. Looking at Shane from across the table, I notice how he is almost as attractive as Rocco, but in a completely different way. His sandy brown hair is buzzed on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He is thinner than Rocco, but still muscular. My favorite physical feature of Shane is his gray eyes under the longest, blackest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. On top of all of this, he is such a sweetheart. He could definitely have any girl he wanted.
“Yup. Hopefully, he doesn’t wise up and change his mind,” I tease leaning into him.
“You let me know if he bails. I’ll be more than happy to take you.” The two of them exchange a glance.
“I’m not bailing,” Rocco says and takes a long drink of his beer.
“Where is this wedding, anyway?” Shane wants to know.
“It’s about half an hour from my house. I’m about two hours south from here. She’s having it at a hotel which is cool because no one has to drive home. I’m not sure staying at the hotel with Jeff and his family will be a good idea for me, but we’ll see. I made my friend book me a room just in case. You don’t mind staying overnight in South Jersey, do you?” My attention goes back to Rocco.
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” He winks at me and gives me the smile my heart is growing so fond of seeing.
Our food comes out pretty quickly. The guys talk about the games on TV while Leah talks about what I should wear to the dinner with Rocco. We make plans to go shopping on Saturday. She says that will give her enough time to prepare my hair and makeup. Even though we aren’t engaged in the same conversation, Rocco is constantly reminding me that he’s next to me. He is nudging my leg under the table, offering me one of his fries, or asking if I need anything. I cannot help but notice how attentive he is. If he keeps this up, I’ll tumble into the Rocco Matthews trap for sure.
When everyone has finished, we all leave together. Rocco stops walking when we get to a black sports car which looks brand new. He presses a button on the remote in his hand and the lights flash causing me to stop.
“That is your car?” I ask turning around to look at him.
“Please tell me you did not just refer to this fine piece of machinery that way.” You would think by the look on his face, I slapped him.
“Uh oh.” Shane and Logan came up behind the two of us. “I think she did, Rocco,” Shane provokes.
For a split second, I look at them, but my attention is drawn back to Rocco when he starts talking again. “That just happens to be a 2014 Mustang Shelby GT500. This car was built especially for me.”
“Here we go,” Troy groans throwing his head back.
“I don’t care what it is,” I playfully reply continuing down the sidewalk toward Tyler’s car.
“Really?” he questions mockingly from behind me, but I don’t turn around. That is my mistake because the next thing I know, Rocco flings me up over his shoulder. “Guess I’ll just have to show you how awesome she is.”
My screams start right away and I’m smacking him on the back. “Rocco Matthews, put me down right now!” Leah is laughing and keeps walking with Tyler. “Leah, you traitor!”
He doesn’t put me down until we reach his car. Shane opens the passenger side door and Rocco places me in the front seat. “Buckle up,” he advises shutting me in.
I try to get out but Shane is blocking the door. “Shane, let me out.”
“Sorry. You got him started. Now I’ll never hear the end of it unless he shows you his most prized possession. Enjoy your ride, Alyssa.” Shane runs to catch up with his friends who are piling into Tyler’s car. Rocco slips in the driver’s side and starts the engine.
“You’re really going to just leave your friends?” I ask shooting him a look.
He beams at me. “I’d leave them anywhere if it meant going for a ride with you.”
How can I be mad at him when he says stuff like that? “It’s not very nice of you.” I pretend to sulk.
“Oh come on. Any one of them would leave me in a heartbeat if they had the chance to be sitting here right now.” His bantering makes me laugh. He pulls out of the parking lot behind Tyler. When Tyler makes the left to turn into the campus, Rocco speeds around the side of him going straight.
“Um, where are we going?”
“You in a rush to get back? You don’t turn into a pumpkin at a certain time do you?” He switches on the stereo and one of my favorite songs happens to be on. When he goes to change it, my hand reaches over grabbing his.
“You’re not seriously going to change that song, are you?”
“Oh no! You don’t actually like these guys, do you?” His smile cannot get any bigger right now. “What is this song even about, anyway? I haven’t seen one of those things in years. Can’t they afford cell phones with all of the money they make?”
“I just happen to be madly in love with the lead singer and he can sing about anything he wants to,” I defend my favorite band. “He’s right, you know. Not everyone gets a happily-ever-after.”
“Hmm. Guess I have my work cut out for me then,” he says almost to himself turning up the stereo. Of course, he leaves the song on. I’d ask him what he meant by that, but I’m afraid of what he’d say. When the song ends, he turns the volume back down so whatever comes on is background noise. It’s quiet as he drives around for a while. “You know you don’t have to come to the dinner with me, right? I’ll still take you to the wedding.” That makes me upset for a second because I think he’s regretting asking me. “Yo
u seemed uneasy when Leah was talking about it with you at the restaurant. I don’t want you to be nervous,” he clarifies.
Feeling relieved I say, “Wouldn’t you be nervous if Leah was threatening to do your hair and makeup?” For some reason, we both find this amusing.
“You sure you don’t mind coming?”
“If you want me to go, I’m going. What is it for anyway?” It was rude of me not to ask earlier.
“There’s no one else I’d rather take.” He pauses just long enough to glance over at me then back to the road in front of him. “It’s to benefit families of fallen police officers. My mom works hard all year putting it together. She told me once that this is her way of honoring my dad for saving my life. They were only married for a couple of years, but they were still good friends. I don’t think it’s only about him saving me, though. He would have done that even if he wasn’t a cop. Sometimes I think she never stopped loving him.”
“You’re really lucky to have great parents,” I tell him.
“Why do you say that?”
“My dad is great. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him.” Talking about my mom makes me uncomfortable. He seems curious, though. “My mom took off when I was about three years old. Being a parent wasn’t her thing. Wish she would have figured that out before she had me. Anyway, I haven’t seen her since.”
“Wow. I’m not even sure how to respond to that,” he replies reaching over to stop my hands from fidgeting with the sleeves of my sweater.
“Nothing to say.” I don’t want him to feel bad for me about anything else. “My dad recently married and things have been great for him. That’s all I really want.”
The gates at the front of the campus have come into full view. He turns in and slowly drives all the way around to the parking lot. When he pulls in the space and shuts the car off, he doesn’t immediately get out. “So, do you now have a new found appreciation for her?” he wonders rubbing his hand along the steering wheel.
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