with us for a change.”
He’d invited her before. It had always been tempting, but then her friends had pointed out there was a can’t-miss-it party coming up and how Madison had to be there. Spending time with her friends was always fun, and she never wanted to turn down an invitation from them, but sometimes the constant partying got repetitive. Would she enjoy herself at the places Brett invited her, too?
“I don’t know, Brett,” she said honestly. Because if her friends found out she was hanging out with those weirdos Brett spent time with outside of school, they would give her hell for it. They wouldn’t understand her interest in him. Which made sense, since she could barely understand it herself.
“Okay,” he said. “Then I’m not sure what else you want from me.”
Madison frowned. To know why you’re so disinterested in me, she thought, taking another sip of wine to maintain her composure. She refused to let Brett see how much his lack of interest hurt her. “I was getting a drink, saw you here, and wanted to say hi. Is that so bad?”
“Have you told Nick about what happened between us yet?” Brett asked, ignoring her question.
Madison jolted back at the mention of her ex. “No,” she answered, not wanting to think about how she broke up with Nick a day after she’d made out with Brett. Nick hadn’t said it directly, but she knew he didn’t buy her reason that her feelings for him had faded. And while she didn’t regret what happened with Brett, she hated that she’d cheated on Nick. He was a good guy. He deserved someone better than her. Someone who loved him more than she ever had—or would.
“You should keep it that way.” Brett took another swig of beer. “I wouldn’t want to be responsible for getting between you two.”
“I wouldn’t take back what happened between us,” she said calmly, despite her growing frustration that she would never get through to him. She tightened her grip on her wineglass and took another sip, willing herself not to snap. “Besides, you didn’t think ‘we weren’t right for each other’ when you kissed me.”
“Look, Madison, I’m really sorry for leading you on,” Brett said, and her head pounded with dread about whatever he was about to say next. “But I had too much to drink that night. I wasn’t thinking straight. Like I said earlier, we have nothing in common, and we hang out with different people. The two of us together would never work.”
“And like I said earlier, that’s no problem at all,” Madison said. “If I vouched for you, my friends would welcome you into our group.” She crossed her legs in his direction and smiled, hopeful he would see it her way. Because if this was really Brett’s biggest qualm about making it work between them, it was easily solvable. It would be as simple as him inviting her and her friends over to his condo tonight for an after-party once David Guetta finished DJ-ing.
Brett looked at the table where Madison had been sitting with Damien and the rest of them. “I know you’re close with that group, but I have my own friends, and I prefer hanging out with them.”
“You mean the ones who go to public school?” Madison asked. He could do so much better than those losers.
“Yep,” Brett said. “They’re good, down-to-earth people who like me for me, not because my mom’s dating Adrian Diamond. Anyway, why are you so worried about this? Every guy at school loves you. Until this summer, you didn’t know I existed.”
“I tutored you in bio last semester,” Madison said. “I knew you existed. And I always thought we got along well.”
“We did,” Brett agreed. “But only during the tutoring sessions. If your friends were around, you pretended you didn’t know me.”
“That’s not true,” Madison said, even though it was. She remembered one time when Brett had said hi to her in the hall, and Larissa had asked how she knew the loser who slummed it with the public-school
He’d invited her before. It had always been tempting, but then her friends had pointed out there was a can’t-miss-it party coming up and how Madison had to be there. Spending time with her friends was always fun, and she never wanted to turn down an invitation from them, but sometimes the constant partying got repetitive. Would she enjoy herself at the places Brett invited her, too?
“I don’t know, Brett,” she said honestly. Because if her friends found out she was hanging out with those weirdos Brett spent time with outside of school, they would give her hell for it. They wouldn’t understand her interest in him. Which made sense, since she could barely understand it herself.
“Okay,” he said. “Then I’m not sure what else you want from me.”
Madison frowned. To know why you’re so disinterested in me, she thought, taking another sip of wine to maintain her composure. She refused to let Brett see how much his lack of interest hurt her. “I was getting a drink, saw you here, and wanted to say hi. Is that so bad?”
“Have you told Nick about what happened between us yet?” Brett asked, ignoring her question.
Madison jolted back at the mention of her ex. “No,” she answered, not wanting to think about how she broke up with Nick a day after she’d made out with Brett. Nick hadn’t said it directly, but she knew he didn’t buy her reason that her feelings for him had faded. And while she didn’t regret what happened with Brett, she hated that she’d cheated on Nick. He was a good guy. He deserved someone better than her. Someone who loved him more than she ever had—or would.
“You should keep it that way.” Brett took another swig of beer. “I wouldn’t want to be responsible for getting between you two.”
“I wouldn’t take back what happened between us,” she said calmly, despite her growing frustration that she would never get through to him. She tightened her grip on her wineglass and took another sip, willing herself not to snap. “Besides, you didn’t think ‘we weren’t right for each other’ when you kissed me.”
“Look, Madison, I’m really sorry for leading you on,” Brett said, and her head pounded with dread about whatever he was about to say next. “But I had too much to drink that night. I wasn’t thinking straight. Like I said earlier, we have nothing in common, and we hang out with different people. The two of us together would never work.”
“And like I said earlier, that’s no problem at all,” Madison said. “If I vouched for you, my friends would welcome you into our group.” She crossed her legs in his direction and smiled, hopeful he would see it her way. Because if this was really Brett’s biggest qualm about making it work between them, it was easily solvable. It would be as simple as him inviting her and her friends over to his condo tonight for an after-party once David Guetta finished DJ-ing.
Brett looked at the table where Madison had been sitting with Damien and the rest of them. “I know you’re close with that group, but I have my own friends, and I prefer hanging out with them.”
“You mean the ones who go to public school?” Madison asked. He could do so much better than those losers.
“Yep,” Brett said. “They’re good, down-to-earth people who like me for me, not because my mom’s dating Adrian Diamond. Anyway, why are you so worried about this? Every guy at school loves you. Until this summer, you didn’t know I existed.”
“I tutored you in bio last semester,” Madison said. “I knew you existed. And I always thought we got along well.”
“We did,” Brett agreed. “But only during the tutoring sessions. If your friends were around, you pretended you didn’t know me.”
“That’s not true,” Madison said, even though it was. She remembered one time when Brett had said hi to her in the hall, and Larissa had asked how she knew the loser who slummed it with the public-school
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