“Because you’re a guy and that’s not your fault. It’s Dad’s fault.”
Hannah might actually be right. Maybe the only problem between Six and me right now is that I’m a guy and guys are dumb. I push myself out of the beanbag. “I’m gonna go over there.”
“Don’t get her fucking pregnant again, you idiot.”
I nod, but I don’t go into detail with Hannah about the fact that Six and I haven’t had sex since we’ve officially been a couple. That’s no one’s business but ours.
I didn’t think about that. The one time we had sex was honestly the greatest sex I’ve ever had. If she breaks up with me, we won’t get to experience that again. I’ve thought about what it’ll be like so much, in such extensive detail, I’m confident it would be damn near perfect. Now I’m even more bummed by our prospective breakup. Not only will I have to spend my life without Six, I’ll also spend the rest of my life never being interested in sex again, since it won’t be with Six. Sex with Six is the only sex I’m willing to entertain. She’s ruined me forever.
I open Hannah’s door to leave.
“Do the dishes first,” Chunk says with a muffled voice.
Chunk?
I turn around, inspecting Hannah’s room, looking for where Chunk might be hiding. I walk over to the pile of covers on Hannah’s bed and pull them back. Chunk is lying with her head muffled by a pillow.
What in the hell? I point to Chunk while looking at Hannah. “She’s been here this whole time?”
“Yeah,” Hannah says with a careless shrug. “I thought you knew.”
I run my hands over my face. “Christ. Mom and Dad are gonna kill me.”
Chunk tosses the pillow aside and rolls over to look up at me. “I can keep a secret, you know. I’ve matured since you moved out.”
“You literally just told me ten minutes ago that no one can change in a span of three months.”
“That was ten minutes ago,” she says. “People can change in a span of three months
and ten minutes.”
There’s no way she’s going to be able to keep this quiet. I should have never said
anything to either of them. I throw the covers back over Chunk and make my way to the door. “If either of you tell them about this, I’ll never speak to you again.”
“That’s an incentive, not a threat,” Chunk says.
“Then I’ll move back home if you tell them!”
“My lips are sealed,” she says.
Chapter Two
It’s been a long time since I’ve knocked on Six’s bedroom window.
She and Sky share a dorm on campus now, but it’s on the fifth floor of a building and I can’t climb that high. I tried a few weeks ago because our dorm curfew is ten o’clock, but it was almost midnight and I really wanted to see Six. I got scared halfway up the first floor and climbed back down.
I glance at Sky’s bedroom window, but the lights are out. She and Holder still haven’t made it back from Austin yet. I look at Six’s window and her lights are out, too. I hope she’s home. She didn’t mention she was going anywhere.
But then again, I haven’t asked her. I never ask her anything. I hope Hannah is right and I can somehow fix whatever is weird between us.
I knock quietly on the windowpane, hoping she’s in her room. I immediately hear movement and then her curtains are pushed aside.
She looks like a fucking angel. Still.
I wave at her and she smiles at me. She actually looks happy to see me. That smile eliminates the majority of my nerves.
This always happens. I get paranoid and worried when I’m away from her, but when I’m with her, I can still see how she feels about me. Even when she looks sad.
Six opens the window and moves aside so I can climb inside. Her bedroom is dark, like she’s been sleeping, but it’s only nine o’clock.
I turn to face her and take her in. She’s wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms plastered with pizza slices. It reminds me that I haven’t eaten dinner today. I don’t even remember eating lunch. I haven’t had much of an appetite.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
She stares at me for a moment and then gets this look in her eyes like she’s uncomfortable. She walks back to her bed and sits down. She pats the spot next to her, so I lie down and stare up at her.
“I lied,” I say. “It isn’t nothing.”
Six sighs heavily and then scoots down so that she’s lying down next to me. She doesn’t turn toward me, though. She stares up at the ceiling. “I know.”