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the universe kept throwing us into each other’s paths over the summer.
“Am I your friend, Violet?”
“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I’d answer your calls and I’d drive you to parties.”
your glorious lobsterness.”
I CANTTTTT
“But you have a good night, Sunshine. I hope I proved to you not all hockey players are pigs.”
she thought I hadn’t heard her at the ice rink. Or that I didn’t recognize her. Impossible.
sometimes wondered if my dad was right when he insisted the Darlings were long-lost descendants of the abominable snowman.
she left her purse on the front seat.
“Yeah, I think she will,”
THE PURSE THEORYYYY
“She left her bag in her car after Dad towed it. She might need it. I’m just doing the right thing and returning it.”
“You okay there, Sunshine?”
never trust a boy who cared more about a game than he could ever care for a girl.
Reed didn’t push me to respond and was patient as he waited for my answer.
“I was on official bag duty,” he continued, sounding particularly proud of the accomplishment.
“And we’re especially good to our friends. What do you say, Violet? Want to be friends with us?”
“I’d make a great bestie.”
No exceptions.”
Reed was here,
I’d been anxiously awaiting her arrival.
“Hey, Sunshine,”
but Violet made me care.
The question had been on my mind ever since Saturday night when Violet had suggested she’d never make the mistake of dating another hockey player again.
I was really hoping she just meant Sunshine Prep hockey players.
It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth it.
Gone was the sweet boy I’d fallen for over the summer, and out of the shadows emerged a new beast—Jerkemy.
He was struggling to keep his eyes off her, and it was a miracle he’d been able to drive here without getting in an accident. She was completely oblivious to his attention as she linked her arm through his and the two of them walked over to meet us.
I only needed her to like one hockey player: me.
“It should be quite easy really. Just date me.”
Ouch. Another punch to the gut.
“I’m your girlfriend now, aren’t I? I think that means I get to keep it.”
I was left trying to ignore how much I’d enjoyed it when she called herself my girlfriend.
“Not too sweet?” I asked.
“Nope.” He flashed me a smile even though the straw was still firmly stuck between his lips. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
“Yes,”
“They’re a nightmare. Now, our date.
“How about this,” he said. “Every date we go on, you can ask me about one of the rumors you’ve heard. I’ll answer you honestly,
and if you don’t believe me, I can show you the receipts.”
“I’m just trying to make sure I’m not fake dating a criminal.”
I was a goner—and I had been ever since I’d seen her swing her foot at her car.
“Well, you don’t scare me, Reed Darling.” “Good,” he said. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to scare.”
“Well, just tell her the Reed Darling she’s heard about isn’t the real Reed Darling.”
Reed is totally hot for you.”
“He’s a boiling kettle about to start whistling.”
I didn’t often get nervous.
But, as I stood on Violet’s front doorstep on Sunday evening, I found my body betraying me. My
She was beautiful tonight. She was beautiful every time I saw her.
“It’s not crazy to look out for someone you love.”
If only. Was it too much to hope that might actually happen?
I didn’t want her to know I’d broken the golden rule.
