The Cunningham's and the Montgomery's have since long been feuding with one another. Dating decades back, the two families separate advertising companies in New York City have been competing to win over the most clients and become the most acclaimed...
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I grabbed the coffees and thanked the barista before turning around and leaving the campus coffee shop. I pressed my back against the door to open it and once I was outside, Maverick grinned and took his coffee from my hands.
"Thank goodness," he said. We started walking on the quad and into the grass, sitting down underneath one of the big trees. "Coffee is the thing I need most right now."
"That, we can agree upon," I said. I lifted the hot mug to my mouth and dipped cautiously. No way was I going to burn my tongue. But I desperately needed the caffeine.
It was 3 days after the incident with Theo. From his family's party to my heart-to-heart with Nic to my mother finding me and Theo sitting on the steps of The Met together. And then I had to pretend I hated him just so my mom would be less angry at me. I felt terrible for pretending to be mad at Theo, but we'd cleared things up quickly. And he knew that I didn't feel the same as my mother did.
I really liked Theo.
Except my mother definitely had been... mad. To put things lightly. She kept sending me angry texts warning me against hanging around Theo. I kept sending her texts back to assure her that she had nothing to worry about. Thankfully, my mother hadn't told my dad about seeing me and Theo together. I didn't know how he would react, although I knew it wouldn't be nearly as extreme as my mother's reaction. I still didn't want him to know. So I was glad she kept it to herself, starting to believe that I didn't actually go to The Met with Theo willingly and that it really had been because of a class project.
Talk about a lame excuse.
"How are you?" I asked, focusing my attention on Maverick.
He shrugged. "Good," he said. Then immediately, "Better. If you're talking about my little episode because of Matteo's... thing. Then yeah, I'm better."
I smiled. "Good. That's good," I said. "So you're not freaked out anymore?"
Maverick took a deep breath. "Not freaked out. It's still a shock, that's for sure. But I'm trying to be more normal."
"How do you feel about the situation? You know, Matteo and his feelings," I said.
Maverick sighed and leaned back against the tree, sipping his coffee. He hadn't exactly talked about the entire situation with Matteo since it happened. And even when I asked Skylar, she admitted Maverick hadn't known what to say about it all. It seemed he was still trying to wrap his mind around everything.
But maybe he'd figured it out.
"I didn't know Matteo felt that way. I guess... I guess maybe I'm a little oblivious," Maverick admitted. "We've been super close for as long as I've known him. He's trusted me and I've trusted him easily. It's just... I never picked up on any of the other signals. I just thought we had a really great friendship."
