Page 102 of I Just Want to be Yours

Dave scoffs. “Don’t do that.”

Mya stops typing whatever post she was working on and looks up with wide eyes. “What is with you guys? I swear, you wouldn’t know what romance was if it slapped you in the face.”

Dave sets down his takeout and leans back, eyeing Mya with amusement. “I know plenty about romance.” Looking over at me, he adds, “Save the flowers for the good days. This isn’t about grand gestures. This is about you and Margot figuring out which direction to go next, and you have to do it as a team. No number of flowers will sway her. You wouldn’t want her to change her mind because of flowers, anyway.”

My lips form a tight smile behind my clasped hands. “No, I wouldn’t.” Thank God for Dave because Mya had me considering it. I’ve never given Margot flowers. Maybe I should have. Maybe that was one of the pieces missing for her. “I’m just going to show up. We’ll see if she’s even willing to talk to me.”

At the same time Dave and Mya both say, “She will be.”

I look back and forth between the two of them, but all I can do is take another bite of my food and hope they’re right.

Marty sees this as the perfect opportunity to bring up some girl he planned on hooking up with back home now that he’s made it big, and I lose interest. I don’t really see how a girl ignoring you until you’re successful gets you bragging points, but knowing him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was looking for revenge sex.

Pulling out my phone, I text Margot before I can talk myself out of it.

Jackson:

Happy Thanksgiving.

I’m surprised when the three dots appear right away.

Margot:

Happy Thanksgiving. Have you heard from your parents today?

I might not like talking about my parents, but the fact that she’s asking me a question to keep the conversation going makes it worth it.

Jackson:

I spoke to my mom earlier. Still no word from my dad.

Margot:

He’s an asshole.

Even though there’s nothing happy about that statement, the fact that she said it makes me smile. Before I can respond, a second text comes through.

Margot:

Sorry. I know he’s your dad. I probably don’t have any right to talk about him like that.

Jackson:

You can shit on my dad as much as you want if it means you’ll talk to me.

Margot:

Jackson.

Jackson:

Margot.

I know I’m edging too close to the line she’s drawn in the sand, but I don’t care. I want nothing more than to watch a fucking tsunami come and erase the line completely. I send another text before she decides to jump ship.

Jackson:

Are you in Indiana?

---