Page 71 of Bad Boys Don’t Date Clumsy Girls

I take a moment to geek out over his adorable spy talk before I respond.

Me: What the heck took so long? Did you have to defend yourself?

Dylan: Everything was fine. Your mom was awake, so we talked a little.

I stare at my phone with crazy eyes. Mom was awake, and they talked? That can’t be good.

Me: Oh crap. So now you are composing a breakup text?

Dylan: We have to date to break up.

Me: Friendships can break up!

I’m dying. I’m totally dying. Friendship wasn’t at all what I meant. How did I leap to the conclusion that we were dating when we literally haven’t gone on a single date?

Dylan: She was nice. Sweet, actually. You can’t get rid of me that easily.

Me: Face with wide-open eyes emoji Did you say sweet? Oh, no!! You were at the wrong house!

Dylan: I’m sure the drugs help. She was loopy and sweet. No big. I told her I’d be back again tomorrow.

Me: Did you see Grandma?

Dylan: Nope.

Me: Thank you soooooooooo much!

Dylan: Any time.

I stare at his text. Any time. He barely knows me from Adam, yet he’s willing to cut school and drive to my house to drug my psycho mom. He’s literally too good to be true. I narrow my eyes at my phone. “Are you too good to be true, Dylan? Are you really this generous?”

My heart pounds with some crazy adrenaline I don’t recognize. It’s like it’s telling me I need to capture this boy now while the capturing is good. I’ll never be able to repay him for this outrageously huge favor he’s doing for me, but maybe, if I play my cards right, I’ll have some time to make it up to him.

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