If Yesterday was Real (Benson Sisters #1)

Chapter 8: Literally lost in your words

Chapter 8: Literally lost in your words

News of Colter getting himself a duplicate of the final draft of this year's football uniform, and he and his friends paying the media and coverage team to highlight his stunt and our kiss for a brief period of time spread like wildfire.

The week went on with looks of envy and adoration being thrown at Colter and I, the new 'it' couple. Everyone's saying we're the most unpredictable yet fitting couple for the academic year. I keep trying to nod and giggle every time someone compliments my new boyfriend and I.

"You and Colter never talked about it?" Joana frowns at me. She's sitting on the couch with her phone on one hand, slouching. "It's literally been a week."

I roll my eyes. "After that little make out, he drove me, Josh, and Ben home, so we couldn't really talk about it in the car."

"What about lunches? Or when he'd drive you home after that?" she eyes me curiously. Sometimes it shocks me how interested she's been with regards to my love life. When I was dating Daniel, she barely asked questions.

"We're always with our friends during lunch. And when he'd drive me home, it's always a peaceful formal ride. We don't really talk about the kiss. I think we both know it was just for show anyway."

"Does it kill you?"

I raise a brow in question. "What?"

Joana gives me a firm look. "Don't you want to know what he thinks about the kiss?" she says in a stage-whisper. I have no idea why she's doing that when it's literally just the both of us in the room.

"It was for show. I had an outburst last Sunday and he most likely felt guilty." Colter and I haven't exchanged more than ten words to each other since the first dinner I had with his parents, and also since his brave act of false affection at the football game.

Still, I deserve at least a face-to-face sincere long ass apology. It might sound silly, especially since he went out his comfort zone to do that, but I can still picture disgust flickering across his parents' faces at the sight of me next to their son, and it hurts.

"Dinner date was horrible, huh?"

The worst dinner I ever went to. "Turns out he wants me to play girlfriend so he can convince his parents to call off their arranged marriage with his ex." I nod at Jo's stunned reaction, and the reminder of Claire Vanderbilt twists my stomach. I don't know if it's merely due to heavy curiosity, or because of slight jealousy.

I still have no idea what she looks like, and it's pissing me off. I'm not foreign to the feeling of envy — I've felt it a dozen times whether it's a girl trying to make moves on Daniel, a person with a lavish lifestyle, or a child granted the luxury of two breathing parents.

But to be jealous of a person you know absolutely nothing about except the fact that they're perfect is insane. "Well, you had the right to be upset. You were kept out of the loop," Jo puts down her phone, staring at me in disdain. "I hate guys. Hey, you have to meet his parents in a few days again, right?"

I groan at the reminder. "Maybe you can borrow some of Cara's dresses. Is it another formal dinner?" her tone is light, like she's careful not to overstep, afraid I'm going to lapse into a rant about dinner last Sunday.

I tell her I'll consider the idea, but I know I'd rather borrow one of Zara or Hailey's dresses. Unlike their families, we weren't born off of luxury, plus I'm pretty sure Cara took all her best dresses to college.

A month passes by, and still Colter and I never bring up the kiss.

We've both fallen into this bracket where we remain formal and playful (at times) with each other, and it seems like we don't want to take things to the next level by addressing the kiss, settling with the ideal that there wasn't anything passionate about it.