I wondered if Jonnie would find another ride to school on Monday morning, but she was right there with Amberlyn, her best friend and next-door neighbor. They climbed into my car, Amberlyn going on about some foot massage they’d gotten the day before.
“I wish we’d had them done on Saturday morning,” she said as I was backing my car out of her driveway. “Because then we could have worn open-toed shoes to show off our nail polish. The color Jonnie picked out for hers would have perfectly matched her dress.”
“You painted your toenails?” I caught Jonnie’s reflection in the rearview mirror. I’m pretty sure I was asking Jonnie, but Amberlyn assumed I was asking her.
“Well, the nail tech actually does the toenail painting,” Amberlyn said, reaching down to slip off her little black flat and lifting her foot up onto the glove compartment in a contorted position only a cheerleader could pull off. “See, aren’t they beautiful?”
“Very nice,” I said, barely glancing at them. I looked up into the rearview mirror. “You gonna show me your toenails also?”
“Not unless you want me to use them to kick you in places that will affect your ability to have children someday.”
I cringed. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
She raised her eyebrows at me, and I winked at her. She lowered her gaze, drifting her focus toward Amberlyn.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I pulled my attention back to the road. I’d risked enough trouble already. How the heck was I supposed to break Amberlyn’s heart? How badly was I breaking Jonnie’s every day that I waited?
We pulled into the school parking lot and into my regular spot next to Logan, who had a new passenger. The blonde cheerleader from Saturday night was perched shotgun beside him. Amberlyn squealed and rushed from my car the minute I had the gear in park. I hadn’t even turned off the engine.
I leaned my arms and forehead against the steering wheel and spoke quietly, “I’m sorry.”
“I will.” My head lifted and I met her gaze in the rearview mirror, taking advantage of the first time we’d spoken since our blow-up Saturday night. “One question, though. How?”
“How what?” Jonnie asked.
“How am I supposed to break up with her? You’re her best friend. Give me some advice here.”
“You want my advice on how to dump your girlfriend so that you can go out with me?”
“Umm… yes?” Was that the right answer? I raised my eyebrows.
“I don’t know, either, Skyler.” Jonnie sighed. “I tried to tell her yesterday, but she thought I was talking about all the other guys on the team. It’s like she has no clue.”
“Maybe we should just make out in front of her and see if she gets the picture.”
“Tempting, but I don’t think that would go over well.” Jonnie fought a smile by biting her lower lip.
Man, I wanted to kiss her. “Okay, we’ve gotta get to class before I climb in that back seat with you and make out right now.”
Jonnie had her hand on the door faster than I could think and I exited the car as well. Standing so close to one another with a car between us and everyone else, I took her hand in mine briefly and gave it a quick squeeze. Whatever bodywash she used first thing in the morning, and after practice, wafted into my senses and nearly pulled me over the edge.
She held my gaze for three whole glorious seconds then slowly released my hand and stepped away, leaving me standing alone.