Losing It Part 14

"I swear there was so much awkward in the air, it felt practically solid."

My face was pressed against the table in the student lounge while Kelsey tried to ply me with french fries and other wonderful carbohydrates.

She patted at my back half-heartedly. There was nothing even remotely mothering about Kelsey, but at least she was trying. "You're exaggerating, Bliss. The only thing I felt in the air was s.e.xual tension. I mean, he didn't look at you often, but when he did... h.e.l.lo! Swoon!"

"There is no way I can survive a semester in that cla.s.s."

"That's ridiculous. You're an actor. Actors sleep with each other all the time, and then move on. h.e.l.l-don't you remember Freshman year when you didn't want to make out with Dom in that scene, and Eric sent you in the other room and told you to kiss until you guys were comfortable with each other?"

"Why would you bring up what is, as of today, the second most mortifying moment of my life?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because you got over it."

"I will never get over having Dom's tongue down my throat. I can still taste the douchiness."

"You will be fine, Bliss. It's five months. And you only have to see him for 3 hours a week. It will be over before you know it. Then you can jump his bones one more time before you travel the world with me."

"There are so many crazy things in that statement that I don't even know where to begin."

"You will begin by eating, or we'll be late for Directing."

Grumbling, I shoved a few fries in my mouth to appease her.

She rummaged around in her purse for her phone, but her hands closed around something else. "Oh, I forgot. I have advil... you want some?"

I swallowed and said, "Why would I want that?"

She quirked her head to the side, "Aren't you sore after... you know... getting your freak on?"

Stupid Bliss. So freaking stupid.

"Oh! Oh, right. No, no I'm fine. I took a bunch this morning. I'm good, thanks."

"That a girl."

I moved through the rest of the day on autopilot, ready to get home and crawl into the coc.o.o.n of forgetting that is sleep. I didn't even bother taking off my clothes before I fell into bed.

My phone woke me a few hours later. It was Cade.

"Hey babe-you ready to hangout?"

I peered blearily at the clock PM. It was only 7 o' clock.

I yawned. "Yeah... sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking-"

"No drinking," I cut him off. "I cannot handle any drinking."

He laughed. "No hair of the dog for you? Fine... Lindsay's playing tonight at Grind. How does coffee sound?"

I yawned again. Lindsay was a fellow theatre major. A night listening to her music would be simple and mellow. Exactly what I needed. "Coffee sounds perfect."

When I walked outside 20 minutes later, my head swung from side to side, paranoid that I'd run into Garrick. When I was certain no one was around, I jogged into the parking lot and climbed in to Cade's beat up old Honda.

He greeted me with a smile. I resisted the urge to glance back in the direction of Garrick's apartment.

"I forgot to mention earlier that you looked great today. I mean, minus that lovely hung-over quality. You never wear skirts to cla.s.s."

I wanted to say, 'Just drive already!' But that would have sounded crazy even for me. So I answered, "Oh, I burned my leg, and I'm not supposed to wear tight clothing over it."

"Seriously?" He asked. "What happened?"

I couldn't exactly tell him the real reason. Because then he'd want to know whose motorcycle it had been and why I had been with them and yadda, yadda.

"Oh, I burned it with my straightener."

"You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?"

You'd think after all the lying I'd done in the past twenty-four hours that I would be getting slightly better at it. You would be wrong.

"Ha-Ha. So funny!" I grimaced. "I knocked it off the counter, you punk, and it hit my leg."

I fiddled with the air-conditioning vent even though it barely worked in his piece of junk car.

"Just don't drop your coffee on yourself. Or better yet... get iced coffee."

I said, "Aye, aye captain."

Grind was a cute little house on the edge of campus that had been turned into a coffee house a few years ago. Inside you ordered coffee, and outside there was a veranda where they hosted live music on most nights. The inside was packed. I sent Cade outside to find seats, and told him I'd get the drinks. I got an iced cafe mocha for me and a smoothie for Cade. He doesn't even like coffee, but he comes here for me.

I stood in line for 10 or 15 minutes, so by the time I headed outside, I had no idea where Cade was. I strolled past the tables, nodding at people I knew, avoiding eye contact with those I didn't. I caught Lindsay's eye up on stage as she was setting up, and she grinned.

Finally I spotted Cade standing by a table up near the front. It was an awesome spot considering how packed this place was.

I came up behind him, and nudged my elbow into his back.

"Jesus, Cade, I thought I'd never find you out here. Couldn't you have at least texted?"

Cade glanced over his shoulder at me, then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and took the smoothie from my left hand.

"Sorry, babe, I was talking and got distracted. Look who it is!"

He pulled me forward, and there was Garrick.

This time, I wasn't lucky enough to have already put down my coffee. So when I saw Garrick, it slipped out of my hand, and splashed all over my feet.

Cade, with his super fast reflexes, narrowly dodged getting it all over his Toms.