Free Misguided Truths: Part Two (Misjudged #4) by Sarah Elizabeth Page B

she eyes me warily as she answers, and I grab my wallet from my back pocket before placing five bucks down on the counter.
    It’s six forty five, and I’m meeting with Alexis r eal soon. I saw her carrying that same kinda drink yesterday morning when I grabbed her on her way to class. I guess I wanna give her some kinda peace offering for leaving her with that asshole. Maybe this’ll also help with my efforts to smooth things over with her.
    For the past couple of hours, I wasn’t sure if I was even gonna bother to show up myself. Not after what I witnessed outside the music building when my final class let out for the day. I arranged to shoot some hoops with Rye for an hour, and I waited by the steps for him while he went and dropped his music folder back up to his dorm. Now, though, I wish I hadn’t.
    Supposedly I’m the first guy who’s ever touched her. Her friend said it. Hell, she even admitted that that’s the case. I should’ve stuck around and asked James if he and Alexis have something going on, I know I should’ve. While I waited for Rye to come back, I saw the two of them sitting on the grass together. So , what’s the problem with that you ask? I’ll tell you. They kissed. It wasn’t just a small kiss. It was full on, and she was the one who instigated the whole thing. She practically launched herself at him, gaining attention from everyone surrounding them.
    My problem? I dunno. I really don’t. Maybe I don’t like being made a fool of or something. To say that I was a little pissed would be putting it mildly, and I didn’t even stick around long enough for Rye to come back down to join me. Instead, I went back to my dorm, and talked myself into not meeting with her. But, how much more of an ass would I look if I stood her up? Shit . I don’t even know if she’s gonna bother to meet with me.
    “Excuse me?” I blink a couple of ti mes, and see the barista push the coffee toward me, her eyebrows now furrowed. I take it from her, nod once, and then head out onto the sidewalk.
    It only takes me five minutes to reach the lake, and I fasten the zipper on my jacket when it starts to rain. Resting my arms on the wall, and my chin on top, I look out over the water and decide that I’ll wait until seven thirty for her to show. If she doesn’t? Well, I don’t wanna think about that. Another thing that’s been frustrating me about this whole thing is that I feel like I have something to prove to her. It’s as though I need to make her see that I’m not the asshole she thinks I am. Why? Why do I even give a—? She came.
    The sound of footsteps behind me have me turning my head to the side, and I close my eyes for a split second before fully turning around to see if it’s her. Please let it be her. Please let it be Alexis because then I’ll know she’s not still with him. It’s her.
    “I wasn’t sure if you’d come,” I say when I look back out over the water. Surely if she came here then she didn’t listen to a damn word that douchebag said about me. Or, maybe she just came to laugh at me some more.
    “I wasn’t sure if I was going to either, until about thirty minutes ago,” she answers, and I notice her take a couple more steps closer to me. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, and look into the sky. The rain’s starting to get a little heavier. Alright, here goes .
    “Well, I’m glad you’re here, Alexis,” I tell her as I turn around to face her, and then see the expression over her face. How can someone who plays games like she does look so innocent and, I dunno, sweet? Her big brown eyes are staring directly into mine, and she seems nervous. “Here, I got you this.” I grab the paper cup from off of the wall, and offer it over to her. I see her eyes widen as I place it in her hand, and then notice her starting to narrow them on me, like she’s planning to throw the contents right over me or something.
    “How did you know I like these?” Okay, maybe I was worrying