Olivia transferred into our school around Christmas, and three months later she’s practically going down on him at this party.Īnyway, Lloyd starting flirting with Olivia, and the next thing I knew, she was in the car with us, and Lloyd was giving us both a ride home. It’s taken me, oh, I don’t know, five years to get up the courage to even think about telling Lloyd I like him. There was Olivia Meacham, wearing a frayed denim skirt that I’d tried on once in Hollister with Jocelyn and then vetoed because it was way too short, and a blue halter top that showed off her stomach. But the point is, no matter who it is, a guy I don’t like or a guy I do, I don’t want them to think I like them.Īnyway.

Which I probably did, but hopefully everyone was too drunk to notice. I’m always terrified of giving a guy any idea I might like him, so I overcompensate by acting like I don’t. But it wasn’t really my fault, because while we were leaving the party, we ran into Olivia Meacham outside, and she was all over Lloyd in one of those “I’m making it clear you can have sex with me if you want” kind of ways. I drive around aimlessly for a few minutes, and then I remember Courtney McSweeney’s number, written on a piece of paper in my wallet. And all my other friends are probably at Jeremy’s party.

I’m so not in the mood to chase Madison anymore, and B. I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m going to do. After a few minutes, I turn the music down and back out of the driveway.

Two-Way Street by Lauren Barnholdt