Page 37 of Crazy for this Girl

“Alright, well we’re going to Switzerland like I’ve always said.” I meet his green eyes and hold them. “Sometimes I think you’re trying to keep me from making new friends.”

“No, just a new best friend.”

“You know I have Hannah.”

He appears unimpressed. “No offense, but she can’t hold a candle to me. I bet that’s where you got the Britney Spears shit from.”

“Every girl knows Britney Spears, Cal. Oh my God.” I chuckle at how he’s not comprehending this at all. “I’m not a dude.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed.” That sends my whole body galloping into overdrive. His voice dips, the swelter of his attention sinking into my body as I hold back on obviously prying my focus from him.

“It was the ass grab, wasn’t it?” Cal smiles and I seriously hate him.

But I wouldn’t want anyone else to wear the label of what he holds now.

Such a guy.

“You’re a weirdo, Cal Harper.”

“And you’re forever my bestie, Laynee Reese. Farm boys be damned.”

LAYNEE: Can you send me the name of that song that I played over and over again at the cabin?

CAL: Which one?

LAYNEE: Hence why I’m asking you for the name, butthead.

CAL: Woman, do you know how many songs we listened to?

CAL: You can’t count that high.

LAYNEE: It’s still higher than YOU.

“Do you like this top or this one?”

Glancing over my phone, Hannah is holding up two tops, both cut super short at her chest.

I flick between the two, noticing that they’re both the same, just two different colors when I perk a brow. “I think you mean, which color do I like better?”

My best friend rolls her eyes and glares daggers at the device in my hands, as though it’s telling me what to say instead of just picking one and letting it be. “How about you spend some time with your bestie and not the boy who you see two months out of the year?”

“His name is Cal,” I retort back through knitted brows. “And how about you just start using his name?”

“Why? It’s just like how you won’t admit you have a crush on him.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.” Hannah says matter-of-factly, holding out both shirts for her to examine again and pursing her lips as though one color is going to make a different over the other. “You might as well just admit it.”

“What, girls and boys can’t be friends?” I scoff back because she can’t. Hannah obtains a crush on any boy she talks to. “You sound like my mom.”

Brown eyes slice up at me with irritation. “Excuse me? Now you’re just being a bitch, Laynee.”

“No, Hannah, you’re just being a jealous—” I stop myself, because the next thing out of my mouth, I can’t go back on. I might not be as outgoing as she is, as self-confident, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a guy that’s a friend and not want to push for more.

“I’m a what?” Hannah leers back. “Go ahead and say it.”

I shake my head, already tired of shopping with her. “Finish up. I’m going to go grab a pretzel.”

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