I Promise

7

"That's hardly a game," I say, chuckling.

Before I have time to make my decision, Matt begins the game.

"What's you favourite food?" he asks.

"Pizza," I say. Then I realize it's my turn. "Favourite drink?"

"Iced tea."

We go back and forth, and I find out that he lives ten minutes away from the school, both his parents are lawyers, he has an older brother who is studying abroad, and he has a German Sheppard that refuses to go on runs with him. I told him I have no pets and want a dog, I've played soccer since the beginning of time, and running is my favourite thing to besides reading or writing. Then he got to the more personal questions.

"Parents divorced or married?"

"It's complicated." I suck in a breath, thinking that he will pester me for more information, but he nods and signals my turn.

I breath out. "Ever been in deep shit?" I almost want to slap my face when I say that. If the rumor about him was going around, he probably expects me to know of it.

Matt smiles mischievously. "A shit ton of times."

"Ever been kissed?"

I tug on my braid, feeling a bit squeamish.

"yes."

"So you've been in a relationship?" he asks.

"Hey, that's two questions," I complain.

Matt grins. "One question with two parts," he replies.

"Yeah, I've dated before," I answer with a sigh of glumness.

"You?" I ask.

He nods. Of course I'd expect a guy like him to date someone.

What do you mean, a guy like him?

I shove my thoughts from my mind.

"Okay, this one, we answer together," Matt instructs. I nod.

"How many people have you dated? On three, okay? One... Two... Three," he says.

"One"

"One"

I take a breath, not knowing I held it in.

"Okay, how long was your relationship?" I ask. I had to admit to myself that I was getting a tiny bit curious. Not a lot, but I wanted to know.

"eight months"

I whistle. "And counting?" I hear myself ask.

"Not fair. Two questions,'' he says.

"One question with two parts," I answer back.

"She cheated on me."

I flinch. "Sorry," I mutter.

Matt laughs. "Why apologize? It's simply life, Rynn Connaughy. People screw you over. You just have to know when to start a new chapter."

"Let me guess. A chapter in your infinite book?" I ask.

"Brilliant deduction, Watson," Matt says. "Now how about you?"

"Six months."

"And counting?" he asked teasingly.

"Nope. Thank god for that," I say honestly.

Matt huffs out a chuckle. "And why thank god?"

"Because he was so, blah," I say. I laugh at how stupid it sounds.