Two Outta Three (Two Outta Three #1) Read Online Free

far as placing the contents into piles around her, a telltale sign of her OCD nature.
    “He didn’t even try to see you during lunch break?” She licked her thumb and flipped through an old yearbook.
    “Nope! Even after my dad gave him an open invitation to hang out with me.”
    Stephanie looked up at me and smiled. In a sing song voice she teased, “So it’s okay if your dad invites someone, just not your mom?”
    “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and reached for the pile of photos in front of her. I flashed through the pictures, pausing on one of the three of us at a bowling alley. Stephanie and I had been wearing ostentatiously colored clothing, while Jesse remained his reserved self in all black. Even his rental shoes were black! “We were like the three musketeers back then. What the hell happened?”
    “You mean two musketeers.”
    “What are you even talking about?”
    Stephanie straightened her legs and leaned forward, pointing her finger accusingly at me. “You two were like butt buddies! I always felt like the third wheel around you guys.”
    “Not possible,” I argued. “We were the three amigos. We did everything together.”
    “Psh, yeah right.” Her wide eyes glistened with amusement. “First of all, you both had your little inside jokes that I could never understand.”
    “But—”
    “And you two were always trying to drag me on all your fascinating adventures that I had no interest in.”
    “That’s not true!”
    “Hiking?”
    “You hike!”
    She shook her head so quickly that her ponytail came loose. “Sketching?”
    “Okay, you know that one’s not fair.”
    “The only thing I liked doing with you two was going to the library to look at old books, and even then you both were into weird ones.”
    “Not our fault we weren’t into smut like you were,” I shot back with a wink.
    Stephanie snorted and shook her head. “Whatever. It’s okay. I came to terms with it.”
    “With what?”
    “That he and I were two of your best friends, but that didn’t make him and I best friends. That’s just the way it’s supposed to be, though.”
    “How so?” I leaned back against the couch cushion, reveling in the way my head sunk into the velvety softness. A headache was quickly forming and I couldn’t tell if it was caused by our trip down memory lane or the rude awakening from being rejected by someone I had always held so dear to me.
    “Soul mates are supposed to be best friends. Where do you think the term ‘married my best friend’ came from, anyway?”
    “He is not my soul mate.” Though I said the words out loud, my heart pinched in disappointment. A part of me always hoped we were, but now I wasn’t so sure.
    I’d always imagined a big reunion with him. Me running into his arms and Jesse squeezing me tight, as if to erase all the years we were apart. But that was just a fantasy. He had never and will never think of me more than “Just Rocky,” as evidenced by our awkward dance from earlier.
    Stephanie continued to flip through the dog-eared yearbook aimlessly. She paused at a certain page and broke into an evil grin.
    “Uh, oh. I know that look. What are you thinking?” I asked suspiciously.
    “Just that you shouldn’t be the only one revisiting your past.” She wagged her eyebrows up and down.
    “What do you mean?”
    With a giggle she held up the book and pointed her finger at Daniel McCartney’s school photo.
    “You have got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed, eyeing the photo of the tow headed boy.
    She shrugged. “What? I’m young and single. Why not?”
    “Because he was a jerk, that’s why! Isn’t that why you dumped him after homecoming?”
    “Ah, we were dumb kids back then. I was just an unreasonable jealous bitch who had convinced herself that once in a relationship, guys went blind to other females.”
    I let out a puff of air from my nose. “Okay, keep telling yourself that.”
    With a wide smile on her face, Stephanie pushed herself from the floor