Page 103 of I Just Want to be Yours

Margot:

How bad is it that I want to answer that question with “unfortunately?”

I flew in with Rae and Matt yesterday, and my mother is already making me question why I came here.

I’ve never met her mom, but I’ve picked up enough pieces along the way to know I don’t like her—and to know that shedefinitelywouldn’t like me.

Jackson:

If she’s trying to set you up with your ex again, tell her to back off.

Margot:

It’s eerie how you know things sometimes.

I nearly drop the phone. I wasn’t expecting to actually be right.

Jackson:

Seriously?

My heel bounces against the floor of the RV, and I suddenly don’thave an appetite.

Margot:

I think her exact words were “Chris is recently single, too. You two would have a lot in common.”

My breath gets caught in my lungs. She told her parents. There has to be some finality to it if she bothered telling her parents. She wouldn’t deal with the likely interrogation or make herself susceptible to her mom’s matchmaking if she thought we were getting back together.

The realization slows time, and all I can do is stare at her last text. I figured she would have lied to keep her parents off her back. It’s not like they’ve ever met me. She could have easily said we were fine. Kept it simple. But she told them we broke up?

She doesn’t tell her parents anything.

It feels like a bigger blow than it should. Wedidbreak up.

Another message comes in.

Margot:

I’m sorry. This is weird. For the record, I am definitely not reaching out to my ex.

Or anyone for that matter.

If only that was what had me worried. I know Margot doesn’t date easily. Other guys aren’t an issue—not yet anyway.

But she told her parents.

Jackson:

Don’t be sorry.

But your mom is an asshole.

Her next text includes a laughing emoji, and I feel a little better.

Margot:

She really is.

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