Page 21 of Infatuation

“Fuck yeah!” I type. I can’t wipe the huge grin off my face. I look across the restaurant again, toward the bathrooms, but there’s no sign of Cameron yet. I steal a quick glance toward the bar area and lock eyes with my bodyguard Rodney. He nods and I smile.

“Jonas kicked me out the minute Sarah called, the ungrateful bastard,” Josh writes. “Thank God! Because now I’m freeeeeeeeeee!”

My phone buzzes with an incoming text from Sarah.

“Jonas is coming to get me!” Sarah writes. “Woohooooooooo!”

“Woohooooooooooooooo!” I type.

“Woo fucking hoooooooo!” Josh replies immediately.

Oops. I’d meant that last woohoo for Sarah. “Woohoo!” I type again, this time to Sarah. “So happy for you, girlio! Are you feeling better?”

“A million times better,” Sarah writes. “I think I was depressed. Or high on painkillers? Or both. But I feel like me again. Woot! Can’t wait to see Jonas. I’ve been going through Jonas withdrawals.”

“Go get him, honey. I’m actually on a date with Cameron right now. Remember him from the sports bar when we spied on Mr. Yellow?”

“OMG! Kat! You mean the baseball player guy? Kerzoinks! Hottie! Those eyes! That smile! That jawline! Gah!”

“I know. I gotta go. He’s in the bathroom.”

“Okay, I gotta go, too. Jonas will be here any minute. I’ll call you tomorrow. Have fun with Mr. Razor Commercial. Bwahahahahahaa.”

“I will. Have fun with Thor. Bwahahahahahaaaaa. I love you, girl.”

“I love you, too.” She sends me a string of bright red hearts and I return them, relief and elation flooding me.Sarah’s back.

I go back to the thread with Josh. “Sarah just texted me,” I write. “She’s doing a happy dance about Jonas. Woohoo!”

“Just in time. Jonas was seriously about to lose his mind. I had to talk him down from standing outside Sarah’s window with a fucking boom box ten different times.”

“Haha! Sarah would have loved that,” I write.

“Why the hell do girls love that movie?”

“Because it’s romantic.”

“It’s lame.”

“ROMANTIC.”

“By any chance do you have a VAGINA?”

“Why, yes, I DO.”

“Well, then, that explains why you don’t know that movie is LAME.”

I laugh out loud. “ROMANTIC.”

“No. Standing outside a girl’s window holding a boom box isn’t ROMANTIC. It’s LAME,” Josh writes.

I scoff at my phone. “By any chance do you have a PENIS?”

“Why, yes, I DO.”

“Well, then that explains why you don’t know that movie is ROMANTIC.”

“It’s not romantic. It’s DESPERATE.”

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