Speak Now by Becky Monson

Author:Becky Monson [Monson, Becky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-09T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

“I swear it was her, Bridgette,” Justin says as we spend another Monday doing more humiliating marketing for Edelweiss Catering. My dirndl is cutting off my breathing. I can only take short, quick breaths.

It’s been nearly a week since I said goodbye to Ian once again. Well, at least this time it was definite. Last time, there was no official goodbye. I can’t honestly say which one was worse. At least this one had closure.

Justin wiggles around in his lederhosen.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask as he practically starts to dance.

“I’ve got a wedgie.” He hands me the sign he’s supposed to be spinning. “Guard me.”

I stand in front of him and wiggle the sign around while he takes care of the problem.

Once everything is back to normal, we start up again, Justin with the sign spinning and me handing out flyers.

“How could you know it was her?” I ask, getting us back to the pre-wedgie conversation.

“Who would forget her?” he responds, giving me a you-must-be-stupid look.

He does have a point. Serene isn’t someone you forget easily. I would like to forget her, but I sense that will not be happening anytime soon.

“And where were you again?” I ask, trying to piece the details together in my head.

“At the café with Ash.”

“When did you guys go there?” I ask because usually I’m with them at the café. It’s our place.

“After we caught a play the other night,” he says, looking out into the city.

Heavens, poor Ashley. I can only imagine what she was stuck watching for two (or more) hours. Justin’s movie-picking skills are horrid, but his theater-picking skills border on tortuous. For me they are, at least. One time, he made me and Ashley sit through a two-hour, one-act, one-person play about a woman experiencing post-traumatic stress disorder. I’m pretty sure I had PTSD by the end of it.

“Anyway, it was her, I know it was. And she was not with Adam,” he says, spinning his sign around. Someone honks a car horn while driving by.

“So what? It could have been her brother or something.”

“Does Serene make out with her brother?”

“What? She was making out with this guy?” My eyes bug out of my head. I pull a flyer back from a man who was just about to grab it. Oops.

“Yep, it was an all-out snogging.”

“They were having sex in the café?” The pictures going through my head right now are not pretty. How would that even be possible? With everyone around?

“No, that’s what the Brits call making out.” He shakes his head like that’s something I should know.

“Oh . . . well, that makes so much more sense . . .” I trail off in thought.

When Gram watches the BBC, she is always appalled at how everyone is snogging each other. Well, she’ll feel much better about that when I tell her what it actually means. Not that her concern ever stopped her from watching the BBC, mind you.

“You don’t seem that shocked,” he says, looking confused, the sign twirling furiously.

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