Fragments

6.6

6.6

The last few days of my time away from boarding school are filled with empty space and Reesa.

            Roman leaves to do a concert with his band a few towns over and vows that it would be better for me to not be in that atmosphere right now. What he doesn't know is that kissing me on the forehead and leaving put me in a far worse situation than any party scene would.

            "I just don't understand why he would do that," I say to Reesa for the hundredth time. I'm perched on the armchair by the window while she lays lopsided on the couch, her hair hanging off the edge while her black knee socks grace the air.

            "You're over analyzing it, Pipes."

            I'm too engrossed to cringe at the new nickname. "We've never been touchy-feely. Or affectionate. Or more than friends. This changes things!"

            "It shouldn't," Reesa replies. "It's just a kiss."

            "Just a kiss," I mutter. "Why would he go and do this?"

            Reesa flips over, laying on her stomach so she can face me. "Admit it, you totally wanted it to happen, though."

            "What?"

            "You wanted him to kiss you. Granted, you probably were hoping for something more than a peck on the forehead, but it's still a kiss. And you. Wanted. It."

            I make a noise that resembles a bear and cover my face with my hands. "Stop."

            She laughs and pulls out her phone, pursing her lip as she scrolls through her messages. "We should go out tonight. Have a girl's night."

            I watch the sun lower on the horizon. "I don't do girl's nights," I admit."

            Shrugging, Reesa switches positions again and sits cross-legged on the leather. "Neither do I. I don't real have girl friends, which is exactly why we should have a girl's night."

            "I don't know."

            "Okay." She tosses her phone on the furry carpet between us. "You can stay home by yourself and think about my cousin all night while I'm out having fun."

            I raise my eyebrows. "What kind of fun?"

            She grins her award-winning smile, knowing that she has me in the palm of her hand. "The best kind."