Free Distraction (Westbrook Series Book 1) by Laura Clark Page A

saying goodbye to anyone. Call me. Night. XO :)
     
    The fourth text is also from last night, but I don't recognize the number.
     
    (267) 317-8807: Hey, it's Trevor Maddox. I just wanted to make sure you are ok?
     
    My stomach churns when I see his name. Why wouldn't I be okay? Does he think Sam is some sort of creep ? How did he even get my number ?
    The last text is also from him, but it is from early this morning. I wonder if he always gets up so early in the morning when there is no school.  I am definitely not a morning person. On the bright side, I doubt he stayed up half the night making out with Avery, if he was up early texting me. This thought makes me smile a little, but I'm not sure why.
    Why do I hate the idea of them dating so much? It's not like I don't have Sam. Wait, do I really have Sam? He said last night that he wants to take me out on a real date, but he never said when. We didn't talk about how we would break the news to Kyle or my parents. I still have so many questions.
    I scroll down to read Trevor’s second text, which I had patiently ignored while reading the first one. Sometimes, it is hard not to skip ahead and read them out of order.
     
    (267) 317-8807: Hey, it's me again. I just wanted to thank you for introducing me to all of your friends. I had a really good time. Let's hang out again soon, ok? Talk to you later. :) T
     
    I smile when I see the letter T next to his smiley face.
     
    Me: Hi. Sorry I didn't see your text until now. I'm fine. You do not need to worry about Sam. I've known him forever and he's a great guy. Glad to hear you had fun. I think my friends really like you.
     
    I start to type I like you , but I quickly delete it before sending it. Thank God .
     
    Me: BTW- I'm glad you are back in town and I'm up for hanging out, too. Just say when. :)
     
    I hit send and immediately regret it. Did that sound desperate ? I re-read my text and groan. It sounds like I am waiting by the phone for him to ask me out, as if I will clear my whole schedule for him, the moment he is ready. Ugh . Texting is supposed to shield you from verbal diarrhea, but not when your fingers are faster than your brain.
    I re-read his texts again, trying to apply more meaning than is probably there. Once again, I am completely baffled by Trevor Maddox. The more I learn about him, the more I like him. This both excites and terrifies me.
    Maybe, we can become good friends? I don't have any close guy friends, but I feel so at ease with Trevor. It's almost like we've known each other our whole lives. In a way, we have, because our parents have been good friends for so long. Then again, if you let three years go by without exchanging a single letter, text, email, or phone call, you can hardly consider yourselves friends.
    I think about he and Avery driving home together last night, and wonder what the deal is with them. I know it's still early, but it doesn't stop me from calling her to find out.
    "Hello?" Her voice is groggy.  She sounds a little bit annoyed. Yep. I definitely woke her up . Somebody needs to, or she'll sleep till noon . She's even less of a morning person than me.
    "Good morning, sunshine," I say cheerfully.
    "Is it really morning already?" I can almost see her squinting her eyes dramatically.
    "Yes, it is, and it looks like we are going to have another gorgeous, sunny day in Brookville." My cheeks are almost hurting; I'm smiling so much.
    "Laila, you sound like the stupid weather man. Do I need to remind you that ninety-eight degree weather is not gorgeous? It's too effing hot to even breathe properly." She sighs. "Speaking of hotness, holy hell on wheels, you have got to dish. What is going on with you and Sam? I thought you were hitting it off with Devon.  Then, before I know it, he's history, and your body is wrapped under Sam's seriously hot, Abercrombie arms."
    I giggle a little at Avery's Abercrombie reference. I tell her how Devon wasn't really doing it for me, and how I even tried