Hopeless

from my lower back and up to my cheek. “I’m really leaving now. I’ll see you in an hour. I live you.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips and backs away, then turns toward the door.
    “Holder?” I say as soon as I suck enough breath back into my lungs to speak. “What do you mean by reintroduced ? Have you and Grayson been in a fight before?”
    Holder’s expression turns into a tight-lipped blank one and he nods, but barely. “I told you before, babe. He’s not a good person.” The door closes behind him and he leaves me with even more questions. But what’s new?
    I decide to forego my own shower and call Six, instead. I’ve got a lot to catch her up on. I run to my room and crawl out the window, then slide hers up and pull myself inside. I pick up the phone by her bed and take out my cell phone to find the text that she sent with her international number. When I start dialing, my cell phone receives an incoming message from Holder.

    I’m really dreading spending all day with you. This doesn’t sound like fun at all. Also, your sundress is really unflattering and way too summery, but you should definitely keep it on.

    I grin. Dammit, I really do live this hopeless boy.
    I dial the number to reach Six and lay back on her bed. She answers groggily on the third ring.
    “Hey,” I say. “You sleeping?”
    I can hear her yawn. “Obviously not. But you really need to start taking time differences into consideration.”
    I laugh. “Six? It’s afternoon there. Even if I did take time differences into consideration, it wouldn’t matter with you.”
    “I had a rough morning,” she says, defensively. “I miss your face. What’s up?”
    “Not much.”
    “You lie. You sound annoyingly happy. I’m guessing you and Holder finally worked out whatever the hell happened at school that day?”
    “Yep. And you are the first to know that I, Linden Sky Davis, am now a taken woman.”
    She groans. “Why anyone would subject themselves to that sort of misery is beyond me. But I’m happy for you.”
    “Tha…” I was about to say thanks, but my words are cut off by a very loud “ Oh my, God!” from Six’s end.
    “ What?”
    “I forgot. It’s your freaking birthday and I forgot! Happy birthday Sky and holy crap I’m the worst best friend ever.”
    “It’s okay,” I laugh. “I’m sort of glad you forgot. You know how I hate presents and surprises and everything else that comes with birthdays.”
    “Oh, wait. I just remembered how incredibly awesome I am. Check behind your dresser today.”
    I roll my eyes. “Figures.”
    “And tell your new boyfriend to get him some damn minutes.”
    “Will do. I gotta go, your mom’s gonna shit when she sees this phone bill.”
    “Yeah, well…she should be more in tune with the earth like your mom.”
    I laugh. “Love you, Six. Be safe, okay?”
    “Love you, too. And Sky?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You sound happy. I’m happy you’re happy.”
    I smile and the line disconnects. I head back to my room and, as much as I hate presents, I’m still human and naturally curious. I immediately walk to my dresser and look behind it. On the floor is a wrapped box, so I bend down and pick it up. I walk to my bed and sit, then slide the lid off of it. It’s a box full of Snickers.
    Dammit, I love her .

I’m standing at my window impatiently waiting when Holder finally pulls up into the driveway. I walk out my front door and lock it behind me, then turn toward the car and freeze. He’s not alone. The passenger door opens and a guy steps out. When he turns around, I’m positive my facial expression is stuck between an OMG and a WTF. I’m learning.
    Breckin is holding the passenger door open with a huge grin on his face. “Hope you don’t mind a third wheel today. My second best friend in the whole wide world invited me to come.”
    I reach the passenger door, confused as hell. Breckin waits until I climb inside, then he opens the back door and climbs into the back seat. I lean forward and tilt my head toward Holder who’s laughing like he just revealed the punch line to a really funny joke. A joke I’m not a part of.
    “Would one of you like to explain what the hell is going on?” I say.
    Holder grabs my hand and pulls it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a kiss. “I’ll let Breckin explain. He talks faster, anyway.”
    I spin around in my seat as Holder begins backing out of the driveway. I arch an eyebrow at Breckin.
    He shoots me a clear look of