Page 36 of Love to Prove You Wrong

I turned my head left, then right, in exaggerated motions. I didn’t even stretch my muscles this far during Alex’s yoga classes.

“Oh, yeah, me too,” Justin said.

But instead of following my movements, he only turned his head to one side. Mine. He wouldn’t stop staring at me.

“I need a bathroom break,” I said in a high-pitched voice before fleeing the scene.

Justin got up as well. “Me too,” he called after me.

I turned around, my hand on my hip. “You can’t. What if someone needs popcorn?”

“They can wait.”

“What if they can’t?”

Justin caught up with me and laughed. “What if they can’t wait five minutes for a serving of popcorn? Come on, Addy, that’s ridiculous.”

We walked toward the toilets together and I wondered what Justin wanted to achieve with this stunt. As if he really had to pee. Come on! It was a cheap ploy to be alone with me.

“Addy,” he said as we came to a standstill in front of the toilet block.

“Justin.”

I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Remember how you promised me you’d be my plus one to the wedding? I still need a suit. Will you come shopping with me tomorrow? There’s also a party later that day. Nothing big, just a couple of my friends celebrating a birthday.”

I blew a raspberry. “Shopping? Some people have to work during the day.”

His face fell and he threw me a disappointed smile. “Okay, I understand.”

He wasn’t going to even try and convince me?

He walked to the men’s bathroom. Before I could reason with myself, I said, “I’ll see if I can arrange something. But I won’t know until tomorrow, so no promises.”

He stood still for a moment, and since he had his back toward me, I couldn’t tell whether he was smiling or not, but I hoped he was.

“Great. Make sure you wear something helicopter-proof,” he said, then disappeared into the men’s bathroom.

I didn’t move an inch, though, as I was too dumbfounded. All I could think about were the wordshelicopter-proof, and whether or not it was one of his silly jokes.

I guessed there was only one way to find out.

Chapter Thirteen

“And you’re sure he said helicopter, not lobster?” Suzie asked, riffling through the pile of clothes on my bed.

I had called her first thing in the morning, asking her to come over to help me with an emergency. The emergency being me needing an outfit to go shopping and partying with Justin.

“Lobster?” I asked. “What would lobster-proof even mean? I’m one hundred percent positive that he said helicopter-proof.”

Suzie shrugged. “Maybe he wants you to wear one of those lobster bibs they hand out at seafood restaurants.”

I laughed. “I’m not wearing a bib to meet Justin.”

“You’re right. Maybe put one in your purse, just in case,” she said. “I’ll run next door and ask Alex to give me one.”

I held out a dress for her to assess. “The bib can wait. What do you think of this dress?”

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