Hate Me (7 page)

“Yeah, probably,” I say, less than enthusiastically.
 

“So, if you’re okay with it, I was thinking of inviting some friends out for dinner. I just didn’t want to step on your toes in case you were planning something already. But if you didn’t know, then you probably haven’t planned anything, right?”

“Right. Dinner sounds great. Wait. This Sunday is December the fourth.”

“Uh, yeah,” she says, looking at me like I’m dumb.

I knew they were both Sagittarians, but Aiden and Brooklyn share the
same
birthday?
 

Am I in the Twilight Zone?
 

I look up to the sky and wonder if the gods are done having fun with me yet.

“His birthday is the same day as my ex-boyfriend’s. What are the odds of that?”

Shark chimes in. “It’s really not that uncommon. About nine hundred thousand people in the United States share any given birthday. Over nineteen million if you count the world.”

“Oh, well, that’s good to know,” I say, thankful that we’ve reached my dorm.

I hate the internet.

5pm

I’m supposed to meet Aiden for tutoring in his room.

But I’m dreading it.
 

Maybe I’ll accidentally fall asleep.
 

Maybe my phone died.

And I am sort of freaking out about the birthday.
 

Why didn’t he tell me about his birthday?

What am I going to get him?

I grab my computer and look up the traits for those born on December the fourth.

If you were born on this day, you are happy, fun loving, and high-spirited. You can be very easygoing, but are often quite ambitious and determined. You have a great attitude toward life. Active and focused, levelheaded and responsible, you are the kind of person who works hard and plays hard. You like your privacy and need a home base to act as your castle. However, you can be opinionated, bossy, and sometimes impulsive.
 

Your lucky colors are blue and bright white.

In work and money, you have great ambition and should do well in any occupation you choose. You are typically disinterested in finances, which might make you careless with your money. This should subside as you mature.

In the romance department, your soul mate will have to break through your emotional walls to gain your trust and must share your desire for a home base. They must also be able to keep up with your love of adventure and excitement. You have a lusty sex drive. You want to find your true love and will quickly become bored or restless in a relationship that’s not up to your standards.

You dream of personal freedom, and you just want to be yourself. You will go to great lengths to achieve this. You don’t really set goals; rather, you depend on your gut instincts. You dream of traveling far and wide.

I shut my laptop. I hate the internet.

I mean, except for shopping.
 

Just not for all the worthless information that doesn’t help you in the least.
 

I get a text.

Hottie God:
 
Are you running late?

Me:
 
No.

Hottie God:
 
Then why aren’t you here?

Me:
 
I don’t feel like it.

Hottie God:
 
What’s wrong?

Me:
 
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just mad at myself.
 
 

Hottie God:
 
You’re mad at me?

Me:
 
You told me that I’m supposed to tell you how I’m feeling? Right? That we’re supposed to talk? Well, here it is. You didn’t tell me that Chelsea texted you. And when you finally admitted it, you wouldn’t tell me what you said or what she said. And to top it off, I just found out about your birthday. So what else haven’t you told me?

I sit and wait for his reply.
 

There isn’t one, so I throw on my coat and head out the back door.

I wander through the trees, careful to avoid the mud puddles, until I get to the Cave.
 

I sit down on a stump, close my eyes, and decide to check in on Annie.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Just studying.”

“Have you talked to Ace yet?”

“Not really. We texted some today. But he’s still being weird. Distant.”

“I’m at the Cave. Want to come sit with me?”

“Why are you there? Aren’t you supposed be tutoring Aiden?”

“Yeah, but . . . he’s being kinda distant too.”

“He didn’t seem that way at lunch. And he seemed upset you weren’t in French. But then Miss Praline got a call from the office about you going to town.”

“Yeah, they wanted to make sure it was okay I took Dawson with me.”

“You took Dawson with you? No wonder Aiden’s being distant.”

“It was before that. At lunch. He didn’t tell me that Chelsea texted him. And he wouldn’t tell me what he said. I’m just upset about it. Oh, and his birthday is this week. He also didn’t tell me that.”

“What did he say about Chelsea?”

“He said he’d tell me later.”

“So why aren’t you letting him tell you? Why are you jumping to conclusions?”

“Why aren’t you going to talk to Ace? Why are you jumping to conclusions?”

She sighs. “Same reason as you probably. I don’t want to hear the bad news. I’m giving him until tomorrow. If he hasn’t talked to me or tried to explain, I’m breaking up with him.”

“I would too.”

“On a very weird side note, Whitney was nice to me today.”

“How?”

“She’s throwing a Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show watching party in the school’s cinema room. We’re supposed to dress in something from the store.”

“I heard. That sounds fun, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I just don’t understand why she invited me.”

“She says if we present a united front, Chelsea might leave us alone.”

“You mean leave our boyfriends alone?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“That sounds good to me. And who knows, maybe I’ll end up single tomorrow.”

“Are you really upset?”

“I’m more pissed than upset at this point. I think I cried it all out over the weekend.”

“It’s cold out here.”

“Go talk to Aiden. Be a big girl.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

But I don’t. I put my face in my hands, sit frozen in my spot, and try to think positively.
 

What could he have said to her that he wouldn’t want anyone to hear but that would make me happy?

I think.

And think.

And can’t think of a positive answer.
 

And that makes me really sad.
 

But I decide Annie is right. I need to go talk to him.

I get up and run down the path, being careful not to step in a puddle and ruin my suede shoes. As I come out of the trees, I get knocked flat on my ass.

“What the—”

Aiden picks me up off the ground. I’m soaked and muddy. “I’m sorry,” he says.

I look down at my muddy legs and my probably ruined shoes, burst into tears, and run to my dorm.

In the bathroom, I lock the door, strip off my clothes, turn on the shower to warm up the room, and then try to clean off my shoes in the sink.
 

I get most of the mud off of them, pat them dry, hope for the best, and then hop in the shower.

I take a long shower, spending more time crying than washing the mud off.

I don’t know why I’m crying. I was going to see him. To talk to him.
 

I’ll get dressed and text him.
 

I wrap a towel around my body, twist one into my hair, and run out in my room to grab some clean clothes.
 

“Ahhhh!” I scream, dropping my hold on the towel.
 

I instinctively throw my hands over my lady parts while Aiden chuckles, gets off the bed, and hands me the towel. “What are you doing here? You scared me half to death.”

I wrap it tightly around myself while he says, “I’m sorry I knocked you down. Annie told me you were at the Cave. Why were you out there?”

“Because you didn’t text me back.”

“I heard you crying in the shower. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Well, you did.”

“I wanted to tell you in person.”

“I want to trust you, Aiden. I really do. But this feels a lot like when Dawson and Whitney texted. And you liked Chelsea. I just . . .”

He frowns. “You’re shaking. Go get dressed.”

I realize that I am cold. I run into my closet, throw on some leggings and a sweater, and then go sit on the bed. When he sits on the bed next to me, I quickly move to my desk chair and roll away from him.
 

He grabs the chair’s arms and rolls me back toward him, so our knees touch.
 

“I didn’t tell you about Chelsea because I didn’t want to upset you. I wasn’t trying to hide it from you.”

“What did she say?”

He hands me his phone. “I saved it because I wanted to show you. But then you told me you weren’t planning to come back. And I completely forgot about it. I was upset, willing to risk my parents’ wrath to be with you wherever you needed to go. Boots, when we jumped off the cliff, you told me you trusted me. Do you?”

His question combined with the pain on his face is why I didn’t want to come back. I can’t take seeing it. And I can’t imagine how it will look in March when I tell him the truth.
 

“I just didn’t understand why you wouldn’t show me at lunch like Logan did.”

“Because I wanted to tell you in private. And you didn’t answer my question. Do you trust me?”

I close my eyes, trying not to cry, and nod. “Yes, Aiden, I do.”

“Good,” he says, handing me his phone. “I want you to read this.”

Chelsea:
 
Looking forward to everyone getting back from break. You should stay away from Keatyn. She’ll be toxic when I’m done with her.
 

Aiden:
 
Don’t you dare do anything to hurt her or I’ll go to the dean myself.

Chelsea:
 
All my friends hate me because of her. Surely, you don’t think I’m going to let her get away with it.

Aiden:
 
No, all your friends hate you because you were offering sex to their boyfriends. And what makes you think Keatyn did it? There are other people who wanted to get back at you besides her.
 

Chelsea:
 
We’ll see . . . Have a nice break.
 

“That must be why she texted Logan and Ace. She wants my friends to hate me.”

Aiden nods. “I think so. I want you to know that I told you everything about my past on break. Promise me that you won’t believe anything she says about me or your friends.”

“Okay. But what about your birthday?”

“What about it? I can honestly say that from the time Riley punched me in the nose until now, I haven’t even thought about it. But my mom did text me today to say they’re coming the week after, both to see the dance competition and to celebrate my birthday.”
 

“Your sister is planning a dinner.”

“As long as you’ll be there, I’ll be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday, Aiden.”

He kisses me. “Good. Are you hungry? Why don’t I order Chinese and we can study French here?”

“That sounds good. I’ll go dry my hair.”

Aiden stays in my room until he has to leave to make curfew. We eat, study, snuggle, kiss, and talk about where he wants to have his birthday dinner. I suggest we go back to our French restaurant.
 

After he showers me with goodbye kisses and heads to his dorm, I grab my laptop and start shopping.

Back to shore.

12:25am

I go into the stairwell and make myself at home on a cold, hard cement step. I pull up the video conferencing software and click on B’s photo. While I’m waiting for him to come online, I stare at his tan face.
 

I close my eyes and remember what it was like with him. So different than it was with Cush.
 

It was never fast. One time, I wanted to do it on the beach—like, quick—and he told me sex isn't about just riding the wave. That it should be the joining of mind, body, and soul. That it’s waxing your board, paddling out, floating over the swells, patiently waiting for and preparing yourself for the bigger wave. Then it’s all about working your way back to shore.