If There’s No Tomorrow. Jennifer L. Armentrout

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СКАЧАТЬ my leg through the blanket with his. “Told you it was out there.”

      “Yeah. Um...I don’t know.” Holy crap, wasn’t like I could tell him the truth. It didn’t work out because I was in love with you. That wouldn’t go over well.

      Sebastian opened his mouth, then closed it. When I peeked at him, his lips were pressed in a hard line. “He didn’t do something, did he? Like mess around on you or hurt—”

      “No. Oh my God, no. Andre was practically perfect.” My eyes widened as what he said really sank in. “Wait. Did you think he did something?”

      “Not a hundred percent. If I had, he wouldn’t be walking right now.” I raised an eyebrow. “I just never knew why you guys broke up. One second you two were together and then you...you just weren’t.”

      I let the blanket slip down my shoulders. “I just wasn’t into him the way I should’ve been, and it made me...uncomfortable.”

      His chest rose with a deep breath. “Know the feeling.”

      My gaze shot to his. He was staring at my ceiling. “You know I’m going to ask this... Why did Skylar break up with you? You’ve never told me.”

      “You’ve never really asked.” His eyes shifted back to me. “Actually, come to think of it, you never really asked about anything that has to do with Skylar.”

      My mouth opened, but I didn’t say anything, because, come to think of it, he was right. I didn’t ask about Skylar, because I just didn’t want to know. Supporting him hadn’t meant I needed to know all about their relationship.

      “I...I figured it wasn’t any of my business,” I answered lamely.

      His brows pinched together as his lips turned down at the corners. “I didn’t know there was anything between us that wouldn’t be each other’s business at this point.”

      Well...

      “Skylar broke up with me because she felt like I wasn’t giving the relationship my all. She thought I cared more about ball and my friends than her.”

      “Well, that’s kind of lame.”

      “Kind of the same reason why you broke up with Andre, right? You weren’t into him. Probably weren’t giving it your all.”

      I pursed my lips. “Whatever. We’re in high school. Exactly how much work do we have to put into relationships?”

      “Don’t think you should ever have to ‘put in work’ in a relationship,” he replied. “I think it should come naturally.”

      I wrinkled my nose. “Aren’t you so deep with all your worldly experience,” I teased.

      “I am experienced.”

      Rolling my eyes, I kicked his leg from under the cover. “Was it true? That you cared more about your friends and football than her?”

      “Partly true,” he answered after a moment. “Well, you know the football part wasn’t.”

      Mulling it over, I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Since I was one of his friends, was he saying he cared about me more? A second later, I realized that was a stupid thing to question and I sort of wanted to punch myself.

      “I’m going to stay here for a little while,” he murmured, lifting his hand. He caught a strand of hair that had fallen across my cheek. As he tucked it back behind my ear, his fingers dragged over my skin and my breath hitched in my throat. A wave of shivers skated across my skin as he drew his hand back. “You okay with that?”

      “Yes,” I whispered, knowing he hadn’t seen my reaction. He never did.

      Resting his hand between us, he shifted closer, and I felt his knee press against mine. “Lena?”

      “What?”

      He hesitated for a moment. “Thank you.”

      “For what?”

      The corners of his lips picked up. “For just being here, right now.”

      Closing my eyes against a sudden rush of tears, I spoke the truest thing I could’ve. “Where else would I be?”

      * * *

      “So my mom made me write down this list of the top ten things I want to do with my life, since she thinks it’s completely ridiculous that I’m about to enter my senior year and I don’t know what I want to do yet,” Megan said, nursing her third glass of sweet tea as she rooted around in a basket of fries. “Which is hilarious considering my mom is like the official hot-mess express, ticket for one.”

      “Does she not realize you don’t have to declare a major right off the bat?” Abbi was sketching what appeared to be a rose garden on her napkin. “Or you could change it later on?”

      “You’d think she’d know that, being an ‘adult,’” Megan said, curling her fingers in air quotations. “You’d also think she’d cool it, since I ended junior year a half a point away from a 4.0. I’ll do fine no matter what I choose to study in college.”

      From behind the counter at Joanna’s, I grinned as I folded my arms and leaned against the countertop. Luckily, the diner was virtually dead, since it was Saturday night. There were only two tables set, and both parties had already handled their checks. Bobby was somewhere out back smoking half a pack of cigarettes, and I had no idea where Felicia, the other waitress, was. “So did you make a list?”

      “Oh, yes. Yes, I did.”

      Abbi snuck a fry. “Can’t wait to hear this.”

      “It was the best list ever.” She popped a fry in her mouth and wiped her fingers on a napkin. “I listed amazing careers such as hooking, stripping, dealing drugs...and not the small stuff. I’m thinking heroin. Oh, by the way, I heard Tracey Sims is on the brown sugar.”

      “Okay.” Abbi twisted on the stool, angling her body toward Megan’s. “I don’t know if you’re talking about heroin or the actual sugar.”

      “Heroin. You’ve never heard it called that?”

      I shook my head. “I haven’t, but where did you hear that?”

      “You know how my cousin used to date her?” She picked up two fries and made a cross out of them. “He told me she’s using. That’s why they broke up.”

      Abbi frowned. “Are you serious?”

      I pushed away from the counter. “God, I hope not.”

      Megan nodded. “I’m serious.”

      “That’s so...so sad,” I murmured, glancing up as the door opened. I almost couldn’t believe what I saw. It was Cody Reece and crew, including Phillip, glued to the phone in his hand. Why were they here? None of them usually hung out in Joanna’s unless they were with Sebastian.

      “It is. I mean, that’s some hard-core stuff right there,” Megan continued, smacking her fry cross off the edge of СКАЧАТЬ