Inest Novels & Stories

Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

The taxi stand erupted into restless energy. People shifted from foot to foot, dragging suitcases closer, shoulders hunching as coats were pulled tighter. Voices rose in pitch and volume, irritation bubbling just beneath politeness. Someone complained loudly about delays. Someone else argued into their phone, pacing in a tight circle like motion might fix the weather. I hugged my coat closer and tipped my head back, staring up at the sky as though it might explain itself. As though the clouds might pause and say, Sorry about this, just a misunderstanding.

Not anymore. He rubbed his forehead. "Babe, stop being petty. Ella's been through hell—cheating ex, divorce, raising Lucy solo. I brought them here so we could help. What's the big deal with her calling you Momma? You're scared of giving birth anyway. This is perfect." He touched my stomach, leaned in close, breath warm against my ear. "All four of us together—it'd be so lively." Four? What, does he think he can have the cake and eat it? How shameless.