Chapter 122

Not yet, anyway.

In my heart though, I wonder if I'll ever be able to wedge Lizzie out of that special place in Tristan's chest. She could very well lose the bet for me. I exhale sharply, and Zack reaches down to take my hand, giving it a squeeze.

“You're engaged?” Lizzie whispers after a second, looking at Tristan from hurt baby doe eyes. I feel like I might cry for her. Damn it. Damn, damn, damn. Well, I'm glad I already crossed her name off the list. This is too much. “You … could've told me.”

“Publicly? At a party? Like how you told me?” Tristan snaps, his nostrils flaring. He's trying to maintain his composure and failing miserably. Harper looks gleeful right about now. I want to beat her up for them both. “Why should I? What are we to each other? Clearly, not friends.”

Lizzie's eyes blur with tears, and I grimace, squeezing Zack's hand back for comfort.

“You're right,” she whispers, “we're not friends. But that's okay: I didn't come here for you.”