Stuck In Savannah

13. Are We Done?

“Well, be surprised or something,” I said, thinking that if I found out a close friend of mine had a crush on me, especially if my ex told me about it, I wouldn’t act like it was the dumbest, dullest thing I’d ever heard, that was for sure. I’d at least be teeny, tiny little bit surprised.

“Well,” Connor said sarcastically, putting his sandwich down and he narrowed his impossibly blue eyes at me before continuing, “I can’t really be surprised when I already knew about this now, can I?” he asked sardonically and I was lucky enough to not fall out of my chair.

“You knew?” I asked shrilly, clearing my throat because I didn’t recognize the voice that left my mouth and almost burst my eardrums, making me cringe.

“Sure did,” Connor replied, shrugging, again, which just about drove me crazy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, my face falling because for some reason, I was so disappointed to be the last one to know. Why did people always keep stuff from me, as if I was public enemy one?

Connor took a moment to look at me. Really look at me, as if he was trying to take a glimpse into my demented mind. “Did you just seriously ask me why?” he deadpanned, unimpressed with me.

“Fine,” I reiterated, realizing (reluctantly so) that he had a point, “how did you find out? Did she say something to you?” I asked, thinking that maybe Margot hadn’t needed my blessing after all and had gone after him nonetheless. Or maybe she just got tired of waiting for me to come around.

“Come on, Sav,” Connor drawled, rolling his eyes at me exaggeratedly, “give me some credit. I always know when a girl’s into me.”

“So?” I probed him, hoping he’d elaborate.

“So what?” he asked instead, making me think I had to torture the truth out of him. A scenario that I’d entertain any other day, but not when I was pressed for time.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, leaning forward on my elbows and giving Connor a speculative look, holding my breath.

“I’ve known about it for months now and I haven’t done anything,” he remarked, “what makes you think I’ll do something now?”

But then as I opened my mouth to reply, he beat me to it. “Wait, why are we even talking about this? Since when do you care so much about my love life?” he laughed, but there was an edge to his voice I would’ve missed if I hadn’t known him so well. He probably thought I was scheming or playing a game.

“I don’t care, but Margot does. She really likes you,” I told him, mentally apologizing to Margot to going to him behind her back, but Connor was not just my ex, he was also my friend and as much as I liked her, there was a time when I didn’t think I could like anyone more than Connor. Keeping this from him was giving me a migraine no pill or remedy could ever chase away.

“Yeah,” Connor agreed with me, which was a first, “and that’s nice and all, but I’m not looking for anything serious right now and Margot strikes me as an all or nothing kind of girl,” he explained and I had to give it to him, Connor really knew his shit. Margot Wells was not the type of girl you could simply toss away after you had your fun with her.

“Good,” I said, obviously relieved as I relaxed in my seat.

“Is that why you hid out in the library today during lunch?” Connor asked, stifling his laughter, but not doing a very good job at it.

“I didn’t hide out in the library,” I corrected him, rolling my eyes, as if the mere ide was preposterous. Savannah Vaughn didn’t hide out. She had no reason to be scared of anyone, ever. Okay, maybe sometimes I did, but they didn’t know that.