Page 28 of How to Love a Rockstar

He raises an eyebrow at my nearly full beer but I ignore him.

“Can you hold Indigo’s beer?”

He accepts the beer, but he doesn’t leave me alone. I should be so lucky. He sets the bottle on the nearest surface and motions to the door.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t need you to walk me home. I’m perfectly capable of walking myself home.”

“Nonetheless. It would be my honor.”

I snort. “Your honor? Bologna.”

His brow wrinkles. “What do you mean? Bologna.”

“Isn’t it obvious? You only want to go with me so you can hit on me again.”

“Hey now. I’ve never hit on you.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Really? That’s the story you’re going with.”

“It’s true. I admit I’ve asked you out, but I’ve never hit on you.”

“Fine!” I throw my hands in the air and end up spilling beer down my shirt.

“Let me get you a napkin.”

“Can you stop? Just stop.”

He freezes. “Stop what?”

I make a circle with my finger. “Whatever this is. Being nice to me. Pretending you want to date me. Enough.”

“I’m not pretending. I do want to date you.”

Ugh! He infuriates me! “You don’t know me.”

“Thus, the date.”

“Which is why you wanted to date me before.”

“Before? What do you mean before?”

Gosh dang it. Why did I mention before?

His brow wrinkles as he studies my face. “Do we know each other from somewhere?”

I might as well tell him. I won’t be able to keep my humiliation a secret forever. No matter how much I want to dig a hole in Indigo’s yard to hide myself in. It’s impossible. My upper body muscle strength is non-existent and I don’t own a shovel.

I set my beer down on the nearest table and cross my arms over my chest. “Yes, we know each other from somewhere.”

Dylan scratches his chin. “From where?”

“From high school,” I admit.

“I don’t remember you.”

“No kidding,” I huff.

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