Page 42 of The Do-Over Girl

Of course, I never asked him about it, never confirmed my suspicion, but it doesn’t matter. It’s clear he wasn’t ready for a commitment.

And maybe, just maybe, I made that rash ultimatum because I wasn’t ready either.

Mia stares at me, biting her lip and trying not to cry.

“For me and Nash, we weren’t ready for the commitment, but everyone’s different, Mia. You’re far more mature than I was at your age. Don’t borrow trouble.”

“Easy for you to say. Whatever happened back then doesn’t matter anymore because he’s so into you now—"

“What are you talking about?” I try to laugh.

She furrows her brow. “What do you mean? It’s so obvious.” She laughs and shakes her head, and then Dylan appears around the corner, stopping when he sees us, his eyes and attention on Mia.

“Excuse me,” I say, unsettled by my memories and even more unsettled by Mia’s observation. “I need to get back to the dance to chaperone. I’m sure someone is doing something this very minute that needs my intervention.” Dylan laughs, oblivious to any undercurrents of trouble.

I give Mia a reassuring nod as I leave them alone and go back inside the gym to the transformed space. The unmistakable strains of “Stairway to Heaven” fill the air, and my gaze automatically finds Nash standing on the edge of the dance floor.

He’s staring at me, invitation in his eyes.

This is the same song, the last song that played at our graduation dance.

My heart almost stops, but my legs keep going, paying no attention to the clattering alarms inside me, carrying me to him.