Free The Last Girl by Riley Shasteen Page A

make up.”
    “Things won’t be fully alright with them, though. I mean she’s dating her best friend’s brother.”
    I knew he was right.
    “But I can’t tell Jessica! She will be heartbroken.”
    He shrugs, “It’s your call. I’m just telling you what I would do.”
    There is a moment of silence as we move up in line and I think things through. I still had no idea what to do.
    “Did it work at least?” I ask.
    “Did what work?”
    “Did the kiss work? Were you jealous?”
    A small smirk appears on Hayden’s lips and he licks them, “Unfortunately, yes it did.”
     
    Our round of mini-golf ended at 2:30. Hayden had beaten me. Badly. He had a score of 86 and I had a score of 100. Just terrible.
    I looked at the score card as we walked to the car .
    “You really suck at golf,” Hayden says.
    “I do not!” I defend myself. “If you hadn’t talked so much while I was putting, I would have done loads better.”
    “That wasn’t your problem,” he says nudging me. “Your problem was that you don’t know how to hold a club. I told you I could help you.”
    “And I told you I didn’t need your help,” I remind him.
    “How did that work out for you?” he points to the score card in my hand.
    I laughed. He was right.
    We get in the car and pull out of the parking lot.
    “So you su ck at mini-golf, but you are awesome at video games. So, how do you think you would do playing a videogame of mini-golf.
    “Probably much better than your sorry ass,” I laugh.
    “I challenge that.”
    “Okay then, let’s go buy one.”
    “What?” he asks confused.
    “Let’s go to the nearest videogame store and get a mini-golf game. Then we can settle this once and for all.”
    “Deal,” he nods. “But you know what that means?”
    “What?”
    “It means you actually have to come to my house so we can play,” he smirks.
    He smirks a lot. But sadly it is kind of cute.
    I sigh, “As I feared.”
    He laughs.
     
    We manage to find a mini-golf game for the Wii. We drive to Hayden’s house. He lives in a really rich neighborhood. Shocker. He has a big house that is clean, white and practically sparkles. There is another car just like his but silver parked in front.
    “That’s my sister’s car,” he says.
    “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
    “Yeah, well she doesn’t live with us anymore. She moved away but left her car here.”
    “Can I have it?” I ask as a joke.
    “Sure.”
    “Really?” I ask, incredulously.
    He laughs, “No, idiot. I’m not giving you a car. ”
    He gets out of the car and I follow suit.
    We walk inside and the house smells like vanilla. There is a large living room when you first walk in and one whole wall is a big window. It looked out into the garden. I follow him into a huge kitchen. I feel like I have walked into an old-fashioned movie. Everything was black and white. The tile, the counter, the refrigerator. Everything was so big it looked like the kind of kitchen a chef would have. I really like this house. It feels so full of life and open and homey.
    “It looks like we cook a lot but we never do.”
    I laugh and a really pretty brunette woman walks in, “Hayden?”
    “Hey mom, this is-.”
    “Is this that girl? Jenna right?” she asks pulling me into a hug.
    I see Hayden blush and I smile at him, “Nice to meet you.”
    She lets go of me, “Sorry, I’m a hugger,” she laughs. “I’m Anne,” she looks over at Hayden who is glaring at her now. “And now I am leaving.”
    She walks out of the room and I cross my arms in front of my chest . I look at Hayden smugly. “Care to explain how she knew my name?”
    “Nah. I’m good,” he says pushing me out of the room.
    We end up in the biggest bedroom I have ever seen. It’s light grey and white and his bed is covered in a fluffy dark grey comforter. I bet his bed sheets matched. He has a king-sized bed with a wooden frame. The furniture is big and elegant somehow, but his room is messier than Luke’s