Page 61 of Just Don't Call Me Yours

Once Margot leaves, Matt looks up from his computer. “Do I even want to know?”

I could tell him. I usually tell Matt everything, but Margot was hell-bent on making sure nothing changed around here, and if I want a repeat of what we did today, I can’t piss her off too much. My lips pull downward, and I shake my head. “There’s nothing to know.”

He looks at me for longer than I’d like. “Yeah, I didn’t think Margot would go for your sorry ass anyway.”

I collapse onto my bed, and I swear I get a whiff of her strawberry shampoo in my sheets as I do. “Nope.”

My phone vibrates in my mess of sheets. Reaching under the blanket, I pull out an iPhone with a mandala case, and when I flip it over to the lit-up screen. The background is a picture of an orange cat curled up on a couch. It has to be Margot’s. Cat person files into my mind, adding to the random collection of facts I know about this girl.

“Hey, does Margot have a cat?” I ask Matt absently, still staring down at the phone.

“How the hell should I know?”

Fair. “I think she left her phone.”

This gets more of his attention. “Seriously, what were you two doing in here?”

“Nothing,” I say, still looking down at the phone in my hand. There are three unread messages—all from Keith. “She was just pissed at me because I kissed her.”

The kissing her part isn’t a secret, but you wouldn’t think that by how wide Matt’s eyes get. “You what?”

I let out a breath of laughter. “Would you wipe that stupid grin off your face? It didn’t mean anything.”

He holds up both hands. “Wait. What do you mean you kissed her but it didn’t mean anything?”

I turn her phone over in my hand. “Exactly how you said it.”

“You like her,” he says with a smug look.

I lock eyes with him. “I don’t.” Leaning back on my bed, I shrug. “Look, she was sending Keith mixed signals. I thought it was annoying. I kissed her, and now she’s pissed at me.”

“And you like her.”

I give him a sideways glance. “And I don’t like her.”

The asshole is still smiling. “It would be great if you two got together.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. That girl is always mad about something I’ve done. This isn’t any different.”

He scoffs. “Well, she’ll be even more pissed if she finds out you tried to go through her phone.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, but I’m not paying attention anymore. I can only see parts of the messages from Keith, but even with that, I’m annoyed.

Keith:

What was that about? Are you…

Hello?

I need you to tell me what that…

Who knew the third-nippled virgin was so needy? I get that she should have told him she wasn’t interested, but I can practically hear him whining through the phone. Our boy Keith needs to take a fucking seat.

And now, as I lie on my bed that still smells like her, I’m not sure what to make of it all. I figured if we ever hooked up, it would be out of my system. I thought that once I had her, I wouldn’t want her again. That’s how most of my flings usually go. I get bored and move on.

But I’m not bored of Margot.

If anything, she just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

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