to me. We grew up together. You don't do things like that to someone you've been friends with your whole life."
"What did he do?" he asked. He didn't want to press her too much, but there were a million questions swirling around in his head.
Sarah's mouth opened, and then closed again. There was something she wanted to say, but she was struggling with it. Jeremy wondered when the last time he'd seen someone in so much pain.
"He slept with someone else," she said. Her eyes were fixed at a spot on the table. "He got pissed that I wouldn't have sex with him, and he fucked someone else--some girl he didn't even know."
Jeremy flinched, taken off guard by the animosity in her voice. He had never seen a girl as upset as what he was seeing right then. But she set her jaw and looked up at him, coolly. There was strength behind those eyes--strength that seemed to overpower the hurt in her voice. She wiped away the single tear that had fallen down her cheek.
"You're right, though," she began. "He doesn't deserve any of my tears."
Jeremy reached out and took her by the hand, not even thinking before he did it. He wrapped his hand around hers, giving her hand a light squeeze as he did.
"I wish I were the kind of guy that knew all the right things to say," he said, giving her a serious look. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry he did that to you."
"That's funny. I was thinking that you always seem to know the exact thing to say."
Jeremy felt himself melting under her look, as though her eyes could strip him bare and see him for everything he was. A part of him hoped that wasn't true--the part of him that wasn't happy with who he was. It was the part of him that had warned him to stay away from her in the first place. But how was he supposed to do that? She was the most captivating thing he'd ever seen.
Just then, Sarah turned her attention to something outside the window. Her eyes went wide and she let out an excited gasp. When Jeremy turned to look at whatever she'd seen, he saw two police officers mounted on the backs of a couple Percherons. They were trotting down the street outside with content smiles on their faces. The smile on Sarah's face grew even wider as she watched them.
"Aren't they beautiful?" she said, all traces of the sadness in her voice were gone.
"You like horses?"
She nodded her head quickly. "I think they're wonderful. I just watching how they walk, and how they run. They're just so...majestic."
He couldn't help but smile at the excitement in her eye as she talked about them. He was no stranger to horses, but it had been a long time since he'd spent much time around them.
"Have you ever gone riding?" he asked, and the smile on her face diminished some.
"No, but I really want to. My family knows a few horse owners in Green Falls but I've never had the opportunity."
"Well, you should do that when you're back home, sometime. Would be a shame to miss out on that kind of opportunity."
She considered it for a second, and nodded. "You're right. I don't know why I haven't tried it before. I guess I'm just nervous that I won't be any good at it."
Jeremy squeezed her hand, again, and said, "Things are always scariest just before you do them."
The look she gave him was enough to send his heart racing. Enough to make him forget all of his previous doubts and reservations.
"I have an idea," he said, out of nowhere. Sarah's eyes perked up even more. "My buddy is in a frat and they're throwing a party tonight. You should come and hang out. Maybe it will help get your mind off things."
What was he doing? Was he crazy?
Sarah tilted her head, her eyes intent and curious. She considered him for a long moment before she said anything. Finally, she shook her head.
"I don't know. I've never been to a frat party--I don't know if they're quite my thing."
"Me neither, actually," he confessed. "Oz has been trying to get me to go to one all semester and I keep turning him down. But maybe if we