She fills me in on her latest hookup who kind of sounds like he might be a little more. I realize after I’ve eaten half the pie and drank more than half the bottle of wine that I am drunk. This is a perfect excuse when the conversation steers back to Jones.

“Man, I’m so wasted. I need to go sleep this off.”

She blinks at me weird. “All right. I’ll hang out with the guys until I can kick them off the couch. Tomorrow, I want to go shopping. Hit all the thrift stores.”

“That sounds great. Maybe you can help me pick out something for my date?” See? I can be a normal girl.

Her eyes light up. “I would love that. Don’t forget to take a couple aspirin. Oh, and drink some water.”

I’m feeling very smug with myself at getting out of talking about Jones until I am staring at the ceiling of my bedroom and wondering what Shane would do if Jenna makes a move on him. I have no right to jealousy, but it sours my stomach and turns that cheesecake into yet another brick inside my gut. I hate that I’m keeping things from my best friend. I hate that I am catching actual feelings for the guys when that wasn’t part of the deal. I hate that neither of them even cares if I go on a date with another guy.

What seemed to make so much sense when I was naked now feels like a world I don’t know the rules to. And now I have nobody to talk to about it because the only three people I trust in the whole world are in the other room but might as well be on Mars.

Chapter Eleven

“So what’s really going on with you?” Jenna asks as she pulls outfits off the rack and holds them up to me.

“Nothing. I’m just hungover a little.” I mean if being wasted got me out of deep talks last night, then being hungover ought to work for today, right?

She raises her eyebrow. “Why aren’t you excited to go on this date with Jones?” She pauses, wincing as if she’s thinking too hard. “Is Jones his actual name? Like first or last?”

I take the very tiny dress out of her hand and put it back on the rack. “I actually don’t know. I passed the point of being able to ask without it being weird that I don’t know. Everyone just calls him Jones.”

She holds up a super bright red outfit, and I shake my head. I cannot pull off that color. “Okay, but why don’t you want to date him? He seems nice.”

“I do want to date him. I’m going out with him tomorrow, remember?”