Every molecule in me wanted to jump and thrust my fist into the air in victory when I swung out of that bathroom, but I kept my cool, walking slowly and calmly all the way back to my office.
No one could knock me off my cloud.
I was practically prancing across campus on the first Monday of November, the bitter chill of the air not enough to wipe the smile from my face as I ducked into the coffee shop and ordered my usual. When I had the steaming latte in hand, I turned for the door.
And ran right into Shawn.
“Whoa,” he said, grabbing my upper arms to steady me with a grin. “Easy there, you’re going to knock someone out with all the sunshine you’re bouncing around with.”
I laughed on a breath, tucking my curls behind my ear as I righted myself. “Hi,” I said, and instantly, my cheeks flushed — not because of the warmth of the coffee shop or my latte, but from the way Shawn watched me, from how I’d completely blown him off after the night at his apartment without so much as a text to explain why.
He looked like a mix between a dog that had been kicked, and the poor sucker who’d kicked it and then regretted it.
“Hi,” he replied.
He slid his hands into his pockets, eyes washing over me as his brows bent together.
“You look great,” he said after a moment. “Happy.”
“I am,” I said easily, a genuine smile finding my lips. “I really am.”
“Good.” Shawn nodded, rolling his lips together against what he wanted to say before it burst free. “Are you… did you and Clay break up?”
“What?” I frowned, shaking my head. “No.”
“No,” Shawn repeated, deadpan. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, no, we didn’t break up. We’re still together and…” I smiled, shaking my head. “We’re amazing.”
Shawn looked like I’d just punched him in the stomach.
“Giana, come on… you’re not stupid. Please tell me you don’t believe what you just said.”
My brows shot up into my hairline, and I stared at him incredulously for one moment before I turned on my heels. “Wow. Goodbye, Shawn.”
He followed me despite the farewell and my attempt to shut the glass door behind me before he could catch it.
“He isn’t good for you, he isn’t good period.”
I spun to face him. “You don’t even know him.”
“I know how he treats you,” he said, his nose flaring, chest puffing like he was my shining knight riding in to save me. “That’s enough.”
I fought the urge to laugh, letting out a long, slow sigh. “Shawn, I promise — it’s not all that I made it seem. You don’t—”
“Don’t tell me I don’t understand. I saw how he made you cry, how he made you feel worthless and disrespected with his mouth on another girl’s body right in front of you.”
I battled with the decision on whether to tell him about the whole ruse, but decided it wasn’t for him — or anyone else — to know.
“We’ve worked through things,” I landed on, reaching out to squeeze Shawn’s forearm. “And I’m sorry I brought you into the situation. I shouldn’t have. It was wrong of me, and selfish. But… we’re okay now. We’re better than okay.”
Shawn shook his head. “Don’t you see? This is how guys like him work. They’ll push and push you until you’re on the edge of leaving, and then they’ll do whatever it takes to lure you back in. It’s him who’s the selfish one.”
My defenses shot up, more for Clay than for myself. “I’m done having this conversation. You don’t know him. You don’t know me, for that matter.”
“That’s not for my lack of trying.”
I blew out a breath, though I couldn’t deny how his words stung. It wasn’t like me to play games with people, and though I hadn’t really intended to — that was exactly what I’d done with him.
“I have to go,” I said. “Take care, okay?”
Before he could say another word, I turned, heading toward the stadium and leaving him on the sidewalk outside the café. I felt bad for him, for the game we’d played that had worked so well. We’d fooled him and Maliyah and everyone else around us, too.
But I shook it off, deciding it was better to leave all that in the past.
And I continued floating on, basking in my sugary, pastel paradise.
Clay
I’d forgotten about her.