.
“Okay, okay,” he confessed guiltily, throwing his arms up to ward off the blows he knew were coming. “We fooled around after that but, I’m telling you, that’s the only time we ever did it. And, really, I mean, one time? What are the odds you get a girl pregnant from having sex one time?” The words left his mouth in a rush to fade on the cold wind.
In the silence that followed, Asher maintained a cowardly cringe, waiting any moment for Vivianne to smack his hands away and go for his jugular. He nearly toppled off the bench in shock when she gently pulled his hands down and looked him straight in the eye.
“It’s okay, Asher,” she said, her blue eyes filled with more compassion than Asher could ever have imagined. It was the Vivianne he’d known before—back before they’d started dating. “I know all about wanting someone you can’t have.” She sighed. She turned her gaze from Asher to stare again at the paddock, where Audi was slowly trotting her horse. Something was slowly coming into focus for Asher. Something about Vivianne. And Audi. He looked at Vivianne. Then back at Audi. Then back at Vivianne and the unconcealed longing in her face. And he wanted to kick himself for being so blind.
Then Vivianne’s lip curled. “I know I’ve been a shitty girlfriend. The truth is, you’re okay for a boy. Really, you are,” she insisted, as if she was handing out the best compliment. “But I’m not really into boys.”
Asher pondered her words carefully. “I was convenient, though,” he said. “You used me.”
”You used me too,” Vivianne said quietly. “You liked the idea of me more than the actual girl. Come on, Asher, let’s be honest. You know you only dated me because it was the right thing to do. I’m the right pedigree for a Van der Bos.”
“No, Viv, I really liked you.”
“Like is a word you use for friends,” Vivianne snapped. “Not lovers. I liked you too, Asher. Still do. So let’s be friends.” She pressed her small palm into his. Asher felt light-headed, confused. Was this really be happening?
Vivianne pursed her lips together. “I’m in love with Audi.”
Unbidden, the image of Audi and Viv together snuck up on him. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he could watch? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but, judging from the sad look on Vivianne’s face, now was not the time.
Then she smacked him lightly on the arm. “Don’t be a boy right now. Be my friend. And I’ll be a friend to you.”
“Fair enough,” he murmured. “But seriously…Audi’s cool and hot. You could do worse.”
He jerked his thumb toward one of the teachers sitting down the row.
Vivianne tried to smile, but her heart wasn’t in it.
“Does she feel the same way?”
Vivianne shook her head, her curls bouncing against her cheek. The sorrow on her face was enough to break even the most callous heart. But that’s all Asher felt. Not grief over his breakup, just compassion for this girl he’d known his whole life.
And, anyway, another strange feeling was taking hold of him. It was almost like…relief. But that wasn’t right, was it? He’d wanted Vivianne for so long.
But he hadn’t wanted her enough to stay away from Faith.
As if he could summon her presence, Faith appeared in the corner of Asher’s vision. She was standing at the bottom of the bleachers. She met his gaze with her chin high in the air and her back straight, her whole body seeming to scream at Asher.
“She’s pissed at me,” Asher said, covertly pointing at Faith. “See? She called me the day she found out she was pregnant. She wants to keep it. Can you believe that? What’s a high school girl going to do with a baby? Forget that…what would
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