“Lindsay?” I called out. “Hey, Lindsay!” My voice echoed.
Had she gotten angry that I’d left for a few minutes? I pulled out my cell and texted her.
Where r u??
Waiting for a response, I was startled to hear the door open behind me. “Are you looking for that girl who was out here?”
I turned and saw Brooklyn and my heart sank. “Yeah, actually. Do you know where she went?”
Brooklyn came out, folding her arms and shivering a little in the breeze. “After you went inside, she started acting all antsy. And then she told me to tell you she needed to go, and that was it. She took off like a bat out of hell.”
I couldn’t believe it. Why had she just taken off like that? Had I done something? Checking my phone again, I texted Lindsay once more, asking her what was wrong.
“Why don’t you come home with me, Justin?” Brooklyn asked, running her hand up my arm. “I thought we had fun together.”
I spun around. “I don’t call what you said to me tonight fun, Brooklyn.”
“I know. I’m really sorry about that, JB. I just… I felt bad for you and my emotions got the best of me.”
“That’s how you get when you feel bad for someone? Remind me not to get you angry, then.”
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “Please, JB. Let me make it up to you tonight. Back at my place.”
I knew what she was offering, but I had no interest.
It was actually pretty ironic — on what should have been the happiest night of my life, I felt more alone than ever. All I could think about was why Lindsay had taken off.
I started to text her again.
“Hey,” the familiar voice rang out.
My head snapped up from staring at my cell phone, and I saw her.
Lindsay. She was standing a few feet away from us.
“Where’d you go?” I asked.
“Does it matter? I’m back now.” She stared defiantly at Brooklyn.
“Brown, don’t go with that girl. She’s totally crazy,” Brooklyn said.
I didn’t even look at her. “Brooklyn. Go back inside.” And then I went toward Lindsay. I took her hand.
“Come on,” I said. “Come on.”
We started to walk together. Our hands intertwined, and I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine. Everything about her felt right.
My whole body was vibrating with need, and with certainty. Despite all of my doubts and all the resistance, I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t stop what was going to happen next, and I didn’t even want to try.
Tonight we were finally going to be together, the way we should have been all along.
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