Betting on You
: Chapter 41

“But you’ve got it under control,” Nekesa said with a heavy dose of skepticism, setting her lunch tray on the table and sliding into a seat. “Right?”

“I do.” I sat down beside her with my chicken sandwich and said, “It was just another little blip.”

“So, let’s add shopping at Target to the list of things that give you the Charlie tingles.” She looked down at the dress that’d started the whole conversation. “All your little blips.”

“It’s over now,” I assured her, trying to convince both of us. “I was tired that night, bummed about Eli, and touched that he remembered the popcorn. Total fluke trifecta.”

It’d been almost a week since we’d gone to Target together, and I’d been totally normal every other time we’d texted and worked together.

“Sure.” She opened her milk and said, “Theo knew this would happen, by the way.”

“What?” Freaking Theo.

“I mean, I haven’t told him anything about your actual feelings and what happened in Breckenridge, but he wondered if fake dating would mess up the whole we’re-only-friends vibe.”

I raised my chin, feeling defensive in the face of Theo’s nosy opinion. “Well, he was wrong.”

She looked at me with her eyebrows screwed together. “Bay, you just said—”

“He. Was. Wrong,” I interrupted, holding up a hand.

He so wasn’t wrong, by the way. The fake dating had changed everything. Now Charlie wasn’t simply my funny coworker; he was the person I thought about all the time, the person I wished would think about me all the time.

When I found out Zack was still dating his girlfriend, instead of being devastated, I felt only a little sad, because I was so Charlie-focused.

Yes, he was the person I had to pretend not to have feelings for, because if he found out, it would destroy our just-coworkers status.

“Fine,” she said, giving her head a slow shake and reaching for her pizza. “Whatever you say.”

“Hey, guys.” Dana sat down beside Nekesa, a huge smile on her face. “How’s it going?”

For the past week, Dana had been insufferable. She and Eli were gaga for each other, and it was all she could talk about. You could say the sky was blue, and she’d bring up his eye color. You could say garbage smelled, and she would wax poetic about the way Eli’s hair smelled.

It was adorable and nauseating, all at once.

“Good,” I said, opening my string cheese. “How’s life on lovesick island?”

She launched into a gushing story about how she and Eli studied for five hours at Starbucks the night before, and I had to admit that I kind of loved them together. Dana had always been one of my nicest friends—angelically nice to everyone—so it was probably her turn to wear the happy glow.

“Eli said Charlie’s mom is going out of town and he might have people over tonight,” she said, looking excited. “Are you going?”

Charlie had told me his plan, but he hadn’t technically invited me.

Not that I’d go if he had. I’d been working really hard to ignore my superfluous feelings for him, and it just felt like it would be testing that progress if I were to engage with him in yet another new social setting.

Also—if Becca showed and he looked at her like that, well, I might just die.

“I doubt it—I don’t really know his friends.”

“Neither do I,” she said, shaking her carton of milk. “But you know me and Eli.”

“True. Yeah, maybe,” I replied, even though there was no chance of me going.

Zero.

As if he could hear our conversation from his school across town, Charlie texted me an hour later.

Charlie: What’re you doing?

Me: Study hall. Reading.

Charlie: Book, please.

I smiled and texted: The Kingdom of Diamonds and Ash.

Charlie: I TOLD YOU NOT TO BOTHER!!! It’s just royals with magical powers, having sex.

Me: 10/10 would read based off that description.

Charlie: Little pervert.

Me: That’s “Lil” pervert, thank you very much.

I still couldn’t believe he’d read it. Charlie’s mom was a big reader, and when she’d gushed about how great it was, he’d given it a try.

And hated it. Ranted to me for twenty minutes last week about how god-awful it was.

I replied: Reading is subjective. Just because you didn’t like it doesn’t mean it isn’t good.

Charlie: Sometimes you say the most ridiculous things.

Me: As do you.

Charlie: Btw—if I have people over tonight, you’re coming, right?

I looked at the words and felt a tiny thrill that he wanted me to come. Even though he only meant it as a friend, it felt good to know he wanted me there. I texted:

I doubt it. I have to work on my lit paper all weekend.

Charlie: Sometimes you say the most ridiculous things. I’ll text you my address.

I wasn’t going to go, but his insistence put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.

When I got home from school, my mom was already there, and there was no sign of Scott. She was sitting on the sofa, watching Poldark (she’d only just started the series), and when I came in, she grinned.

“Are you off tonight?” she asked, Puffball sound asleep on her chest.

“Yeah—I never work Fridays,” I said, slipping off my shoes and leaning down to scratch Mr. Squishy between his ears.

“Yay,” she said excitedly. “Scott has something going on tonight, so I thought it might be fun to go out for pizza. Just you and me, like old times.”

Nothing had ever sounded better. I dropped my bag and said, “I’m in—let’s go.”

She looked at the clock. “It’s four thirty.”

“Fine.” I plopped down beside her on the couch and said, “We’ll watch two more episodes, and then we’re gone.”

“Deal.”

It was nice, just the two of us. I didn’t actually know how long it’d been since we’d had an evening alone, but it felt like comfort and home and everything that was soothing. It was a moment of life unchanged, as if everything new and threatening had been removed from its spot on the horizon, and I wanted to wrap myself in its presence and take a long nap.

We got so sucked into the show that we were surprised by the darkness when we finally turned it off.

“No wonder I’m starving,” my mom said as she grabbed her keys and I put on my shoes. “I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“Stupid Ross Poldark,” I muttered, which made her head snap up.

“I’m sorry, did you say he’s stupid?” she asked.

“Oh no.” I shook my head, knowing what was coming, as I said, “Yes, I said Ross Poldark is stupid.”

She looked at me and grinned, and it was on. The silly, immature game we used to play had returned.

“Ross Poldark is so stupid, he went away to war and left his fiancée with his cousin,” she said, locking the door behind us as we left.

“Ross Poldark is so stupid,” I said as we walked to the car, “that he scythes an entire wheat field in the heat without pulling his hair up into a man bun.”

“Ross Poldark is so stupid,” she said as she merged onto the interstate, “that he tells his wife where he’s going when he sleeps with his ex.”

When we got to Zio’s, we grabbed a table in the back room, by the big fireplace, and ordered our pizza. It felt so good, so relaxed, to be 100 percent myself because no one else was with us.

It was weird how you could spend a lot of time with someone, but if it wasn’t one-on-one, it wasn’t the same. It felt like it’d been ages since I’d hung out with my mom, even though I spent time with her every single night.

Because Scott was always there.

He didn’t do anything wrong when he came over, but his presence changed the vibe so much that it was unrecognizable.

I’d missed this so much.

I knew it was melodramatic, but I felt like I could breathe around my mom for the first time in so long.

“Did your dad tell you he’s moving?” she asked.

“What?” I hadn’t meant to say it so loudly, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was moving?

I looked at my mom, and her expression said it all. He was moving and just hadn’t gotten around to telling me yet. I wasn’t sure what was more depressing—the fact that I might never go into my childhood home again, or the fact that my father hadn’t even thought to tell me.

“He sold the house and is moving to an apartment in the city—you seriously didn’t know?”

I shook my head and felt numb as I pictured the living room where Santa had left my Barbie house when I was six and where my parents had laughed hysterically—together—as I screamed with joy. “No.”

“I thought he would’ve told you right away,” she said, looking concerned. “When was the last time you talked to him?”

“Um, like, a few months ago…?”

“What?” She looked instantly worried and leaned a little closer. “Did you two have a disagreement or something? How come it’s been so long?”

“No argument,” I said, trying to act like I wasn’t freaking out inside. “I just, um, I was always the one calling him first, so I decided to let him take the lead. You know, I figured I’d wait until he called.”

“And he hasn’t called in months? Oh, honey.” My mom came around the table, sat down in the chair beside me, and gave me a side hug. “What the hell is the matter with him?”

I shrugged and didn’t know what to say, but telling her somehow made his absence better. Less painful. She was part of our trio, so she knew him, knew us, which made it feel like she knew exactly how bad it felt. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Surprise!”

Gahhh! I put my hand on my chest, startled, and looked away from my mom’s understanding gaze to see Scott, grinning at us like it’d been years since he’d seen us. He was wearing a suit and tie, all dressed up, and it felt clownish because he’d interrupted something important.

What in the ever-loving hell?

I gritted my teeth, overcome with bitterness that he was there. The most we’d been able to enjoy was a few random hours before Scott was back in our lives.

My mom let go of me and squealed, also like she hadn’t seen him in an age, and she excitedly asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted some pizza,” he said, still with the huge smile.

“Oh my gosh—sit down,” she said, so happy to see him. “There’s plenty of room.”

I watched in disappointment as Scott grabbed the chair across from my mom.

“Okay,” he said, sitting down. “If you insist.”

He called over the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine, yammering about how it was his new favorite vintage because it reminded him of the night we’d gone to the steakhouse in Breckenridge. “It was such a special night to me because I had an epiphany while we were eating.”

I pictured Charlie and me, ruining each other’s food at that restaurant.

“What was it?” my mom asked, setting her chin on her hand.

“I looked at our table,” he said, lowering his voice so it was soft and sweet, “where every person was laughing, and I realized that was all I needed to be happy forever.”

Spare me, I thought.

“Of course, an hour later I knocked you on your ass on the ice,” my mom said, laughing. “So perhaps it was a premature epiphany.”

They shared a cute laugh, and I got out my phone, preferring to scroll mindlessly instead of listening to them enjoy each other’s company.

I knew I was being a baby but it just sucked.

We’d been having a great time without him.

Now they were having a great time without me.

“Bailey.”

“Huh?” I raised my eyes.

Scott smiled and said, “Can I borrow your attention for a quick sec?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” Isn’t it enough that you’ve stolen hers? I raised my eyebrows and said, “What’s up?”

“Well, here’s the thing.” Scott grabbed my mom’s hand, so he was holding it on the table, and he looked at her. “Emily.”

Why the hell did he bother me when he’s talking to my mom?

He leaned a little closer to her, smiling as he said, “My life hasn’t been the same since I met you. Everything is brighter, louder, happier. My daughter taught me what joy is, but you, Emily—you’ve amplified that joy. A thousand times over.”

Wait.

My ears started buzzing and I felt a little dizzy. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

There was absolutely no way this was what it sounded like, especially when they hadn’t even been dating very long.

NO.

My heart started pounding when he got out of his chair, dropped to one knee, pulled a box out of his pocket, and extended it toward my mother.

This can’t be happening.

God, please, no. Please don’t do it.

“Will you marry me?”

It felt like the breath was sucked out of my lungs when he said it. My hand raised to my mouth as my mom’s eyes filled with tears and she smiled like this was everything she’d ever wanted. I blinked fast, and everything in the restaurant got blurry.

Please say no, I thought, my heart breaking in my chest as he smiled at her with tears in his eyes.

“Yes,” she said, laughing and crying, and my chest ached as he took a ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. “Oh my God!”

He got up and they hugged as people around us clapped, and I had the weird sensation of being all alone in the world. Logically I knew that wasn’t the case, but the pinch in my heart and the homesickness in my stomach said otherwise.

I sat there, numb, as the wheels on yet another new life started turning. For the rest of my life, it would be my mom and Scott.

“Can you believe it?” my mom asked, pulling out of the hug to grin at me and hold out her hand.

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head and working really hard to come up with a smile. I grabbed my bag from the back of my chair and slung it over my shoulder. “I forgot that I have to go—I have a thing with Charlie. I’ll catch up to you at home, okay?”

“What?” my mom asked, her smile dimming just a little. “You’re leaving?”

“I just have to do something,” I said, blinking back tears while giving her a big smile. “But you stay and celebrate. Congratulations, you guys!”

I headed for the exit, walking as fast as I could because I didn’t want to break down and ruin her night.

Somehow, I managed to wait until I turned the corner into a Walgreens before sobbing hysterically.

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