Page 59 of Shy Girls Can't Fake Date

“I dunno,” Parker blurts. “Just get in the back so we can get going.”

“Parker, unlock the door,” Lewis insists. “Yvie and I wanna sit...”

“We’re late,” Parker interrupts. He nods at me. “Kylie, sit behind me. Kai’s gonna go berserk if we turn up any later.”

Lewis groans with an eye roll. “Fine.” He leans over with pouted lips to kiss Yvette, but the window raises before he gets the chance. “Hey!”

“My bad,” Parker’s muffled voice calls from inside the car.

My shoulders jiggle as I walk around the back of the car, suppressing my laughter with all my might. Good one, Parker. I didn’t want to see that either.

“Hi Kylie,” Yvette says in a chipper tone as I buckle myself in the backseat.

I mumble, “Hi.”

Once Lewis closes his door, Parker takes off from the curb.

Lewis grunts, flailing forward and then back. “Whoa, dude. Take it easy.”

“Whoops,” Parker blurts. “My bad.”

Lewis shakes his head as he buckles his seatbelt. “What’s with you today?” Lewis then looks at me and chuckles. “Oh, I get it.”

I suck in a breath, feeling a tightness in my chest.

He knows? He’s already figured out Parker’s ridiculous plan?

Lewis laughs, slouching in his seat. “Are you nervous, bro?”

Parker shifts in his seat. “Huh?”

“Did you get too in your head about making a good impression on your girlfriend?” Lewis jokes.

I sink in my seat and cup a hand over my eyes.

“I’m good, bro,” Parker mutters. “Don’t you worry about me.”

Lewis chuckles to himself and stares out his window. Soon, the car falls into silence.

Yeesh. Awkward silence.

I swallow hard, budging my head to the right to look at Lewis. It’s a monumental effort. Sharing a backseat has heavier connotations than standing in our front yards.

As the drive continues with nothing but the stereo filling the silence, there’s finally movement from Yvette. Unintentionally, I hold my breath as her hand snakes around her front passenger seat. Her hand angles behind her, signaling to Lewis.

Lewis grins, clutching her hand and massaging the top with his thumb.

I intently stare at their linked hands, and the low thump of my heart drowns out the music. With all my might, I wish for them to let go. In a moment of panic, and with no better options, I kick the back of Parker’s seat.

“Huh?” he mutters.

Parker’s head turns and he double takes when spotting Yvette’s arm fished between the front seats.

Suddenly the car swerves, and their hands break apart.

“Whoa!” Yvette gasps.

“Whoa is right,” Parker blurts. “That thing came out of nowhere.”

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