Southern Seduction (92 page)

By the time Kat and I have both had our showers and are more awake Scarlett is damn near bouncing off the walls with energy and excitement. Leaning over, I tell Kat quietly, "I think she forgot her meds today, don't you?"

Kat nods, covering her mouth to muffle her laughter as Scarlett beams at us. "Oh, you guys are bonding already!" she says clapping her hands.

"Yeah, bonding over the fact that you need medication," I tell her, nudging her with my elbow. As much as I don't want to, I can't help but grin back at Scarlett. She's just too happy for me to stay pissed off at her.

Shoving my shoulder she says with a laugh, "Hey, I'll take what I can get!" Then, opening the door she gestures for us all to leave. She's the last one out the door after exchanging a look with Annabelle.

Since this is Scarlett's show, we take her car. She doesn't tell us where we're going or what the plan for the day is, but knowing her, she's been planning it for days. It only takes us about 15 minutes to reach our first destination, a really funky little cafe close to downtown Nashville.

Unlike me, Scarlett, Kat and Annabelle all grew up in this area, so when we pull up, Kat's excited. "Oh!," she says, "I
love
this place!"

Walking in, the place is a blend of rustic and modern with cream-colored walls and columns made out of varying shades of wood squares. Each table is dark, almost black, as are the chairs. The place is busy, full of people eating, socializing and laughing, although we're able to find a table close the back of the room to sit.

After we place our orders, Scarlett starts asking Kat questions about the sister we met last weekend. Kat tells her that Anna went to college in New York City, and works for an entertainment magazine here in town as a photographer.

"So," Scarlett starts, looking way too eager about what she's about to ask, "What's the deal with you and Max?"

Kat looks distressed, but I'm just happy Scarlett's not bugging me about Wyatt so I sit back and enjoy watching someone else getting the third degree. She bites her lip, looking everywhere but the three of us before finally sighing. "Max and I went to high school together. We've known each other since we were kids and I've had a crush on him since middle school. He's never seen me as anything but a friend." She's frowning, and I can't help but feel bad for her. She's been in the friend zone for years, and has no idea how to get out of it.

Scarlett leans forward, glad she has something juicy to discuss. She loves relationship angst and is constantly reading romance novels. I swear, the girl spends more time with her Kindle than she does going on actual dates. "Really? You guys have
never
hooked up? Not even just a kiss?"

Kat shakes her head, her misery obvious. "Nope. The only kisses he's ever given me are on the cheek, or the top of my head. He and Clay both played football in high school, and never had to work to get girls."

She blushes as she starts telling us about all the times Max would drag her along as the third wheel on a date, or times he would set her up with his friends. He's completely oblivious to the pain he causes her. By the time she's done, I'm not sure if I want to hug her or go kick him in the balls. Locking eyes with Scarlett, I can see she feels the same way. Annabelle hasn't said much so far this morning, but she reaches across the table to grasp Kat's hand in support.

Finally, Kat forces a grin, "Anyway, enough about my dismal dating life. What else are we doing today?"

Scarlett lets her off the hook, and says, "Well, there's an beginner yoga class thing a couple blocks from here this morning that I thought we could try out, and then later tonight, there's a spring fashion show and concert downtown." Looking around the table at each of us, she asks, "Is that okay with everyone?"

We all agree to her idea, after all, it's better than spending the day doing homework or bumming around the dorm. We hurry to finish eating so we can head over to this yoga class while Scarlett tells us all about the date she had last night.

After a full day of yoga, fashion and loud country music, we get back to the dorms to find Max sitting on one of the benches outside. Kat frowns before hurrying over to him, leaving Scarlett, Annabelle and I to exchange confused glances.

When we reach Kat and Max, they are having a heated argument. "Where have you been all day?" Max sounds pissed, but none of us know why.

"I was hanging out with friends, Max," Kat says quietly, trying to placate him. Max doesn't look any happier though, if anything he looks more upset.

Standing up, he towers over Kat, grasping her arms before spitting out, "I've been calling and texting you all day. I thought we could hang out today."

Kat looks down, obviously embarrassed, and I'm torn between letting them have some privacy and defending her. She shouldn't feel guilty for hanging out with other people, and I can't help but wonder if he's jealous that she has friends other than him. She told us earlier that she had a hard time making friends with girls in school because she spent so much time with Max. Girls would start rumors about their relationship out of jealousy and she's pretty shy as a result. It makes me feel even worse about being such an ass to her at first.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I forgot my phone this morning. We were in a hurry to leave and I didn't think about it." She looks close to tears, but Max hasn't relented at all.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I step closer to them. Max cuts his eyes to me, looking extremely unfriendly. "What do you want?" he snarls, dropping Kat's arms to face me.

Straightening my spine, I glare at him. "Stop making her feel like shit. You're her friend, not her keeper. If she wants to go out without her phone and spend time with friends
other
than you, that's her prerogative." Poking him in the chest, I step even closer. "Look at her!" I snap, gesturing to where Kat's standing, her head still down and looking like she's going to start crying any moment. "She's your
best friend
right? Yet, she's standing there feeling guilty because she wasn't here to jump when you said how high. That's bullshit Max!"

Max turns to Kat and visibly pales. Reaching out, he pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. She's stiff and not hugging him back, so he bends to murmur apologies in her ear. Slowly, she relaxes and slides her arms around his middle, hugging him back. Max pulls away and tilts her chin up so she's looking at him. Moving his hands to her cheeks, he starts brushing away the tears that have begun to fall, looking close to tears himself.

"Shit Kat, don't cry. I know I'm a fucking asshole, but please,
please
stop crying. I can't handle it." Kat continues to sniffle, but she's letting Max comfort her now. Shooting him a glare that says "mess with my roommate any more and I'll stab you with a spork" I leave to give them some privacy after letting Kat know we're going upstairs. She nods, her head buried back in Max's chest.

Once we're back in my dorm, Scarlett rushes over to hug me, squeezing me tight. "Ohmigosh Pey! The way you stuck up for Kat was
awesome
! I'm so proud of you!" Patting her awkwardly on the back, I tell her thanks. I'm really not much for hugging, and the hero worship look she's giving me is making me extremely embarrassed. Thankfully, Scarlett and Annabelle don't stick around for very long before heading back down to their room, leaving me to work on my math homework while waiting for Kat to come up.

I'm sitting at my desk going over the Math assignment we were given today, and I don't understand
any
of it. I've been searching for YouTube videos on how to do these problems but haven't had any luck.. I'm ready to throw the book, my scrap paper and my laptop at the wall and give up. That's when Kat walks in followed by Max, Clay and of course, Wyatt. I'm still pretty pissed at Max over the way he treated Kat on Saturday night. She may have forgiven him right away, but the way he talked to her reminded me of my ex and my mom.

Kat, oblivious to the glare I'm giving her crush, tilts her head to the side to study me. "You okay Peyton?"

"Yeah," I tell her while pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. "I'm just ready to pull my hair out over these stupid math problems. I don't understand them."

Clay starts laughing, "Did you hear the one about the blonde and -"

I cut him off with a glare, "No blonde jokes asshat."

"I'm sorry! Really. It's just, you're blonde and having trouble with math. That's just too tempting to leave alone." Clay says holding up both hands in surrender, even while he and Max are both laughing. Well, laughing until Wyatt smacks each of them in the back of the head.

With a huff, I turn back around to search for more videos. It's driving me crazy. Math is the only subject I really struggle with, and it's one I need to know. While I'm obsessing over math videos, Kat is discussing plans with Clay and Max. She said this morning that they were hanging out tonight, but she didn't mention that Wyatt would be with them. I don't know what made me think he'd tell me about his plans after our day at the go-kart track almost two weeks ago, it's not like he owes me anything. We're just friends. Maybe if I repeat that to myself enough times, I'll start to believe it.

It's not like we haven't spent any time together since the go-karts. I see him three times a week in class, plus our little group is always together. Struggling to concentrate on my most recent attempt at video tutoring, I'm chewing on the lid of my pen sub-consciously when it's suddenly pulled away from me. Startled, my head whips to the side where Wyatt is spinning my pen between his long fingers while he studies me.

"What?" The way he's looking at me makes me nervous and self-conscious, unsure about what he's going to say.

Wyatt leans forward, brushing the hair that's fallen into my eyes back behind my ear, "Still having trouble?" His voice is gentle, probably because the last time we talked about my math problems - no pun intended - I practically bit his head off. I like being able to do things myself, and I don't want to rely on him, or anyone else, for anything.

With an exasperated laugh, I nod, "I just don't understand it! I've been searching out videos like you told me, but I still don't get it. Algebra is just too damn confusing. And, it's pointless! When am I ever going to have to solve for x in real life?"

He laughs, "You're cute when you're frustrated. Did you know that?" I feel my face heat up at his words. He's not supposed to think I'm cute. I'm trying not to be attracted to him.

Pulling away from him, I go back to my computer. Wyatt's irritated groan grabs my attention, and I drag my lower lip between my teeth, not sure what I should say, or if I should even say anything. Deciding to pretend his words didn't affect me, I reach for my ear buds, intent on putting them in and pretending I'm still alone. Wyatt grabs them from me, turns to the other three, and says, "Do you think you guys could hang out in Max's dorm or something? I'm going to help Peyton with her homework."

Grinning, Kat nods before winking at me and grabbing Max by the arm. "Sure! C'mon Max, let's go to your room."

Max and Clay both groan and Max says, "I don't want to hang out in my room. My roommate sucks and he probably has a girl in there."