Page 133 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 36
Chance
Matthews is hands-down the last person I expect to get a text from. I look at my phone again, just to make sure.
Matthews: You home? I’m coming over.
Me: Uh, yeah. Why?
Matthews: I just said, I’m coming over.
Me: No, why are you coming over?
Matthews: You told Remi about the bet. I’m in deep shit ‘cause I knew and didn’t tell Kat.
Me: I had no choice.
Matthews: Uh-huh. Well, now I need somewhere to go. And you’re it.
Me: I’m it?
Matthews: Yeah, open the fucking door, I’m coming up the walk with a six-pack.
I open my front door and sure enough, Matthews is coming up the front walk with a six-pack of beer.
“Hey, man,” I say as a way of greeting.
“Hey, fucktard,” he says.
“Nice to see you too, asshole.”
He pushes past me and makes his way into the entry of my little apartment. The entry is really just a portion of the living room, my place is that small. But there’s a small half-moon of tile in front of the door, and I like to think of it as an entry. Even though Matthews traverses it in less than half a step.
“I told you not to hurt her,” he says. “I told you I’d end you. Instead, I’m here with a fucking six-pack pretending like we like each other’s company or some shit. So, why don’t you shut the fuck up and tell me what the hell happened. Why did you tell her about the bet?”
“Don’t you tell Cookie—”
“It’s Kat. You can call her Kat.”
“Sorry. Don’t you tellKateverything?”
“Yes. Except I didn’t tell her aboutthis. So now I’m fucked. Besides, we’re getting married so it’s different.” He makes himself at home on my couch, sitting in the right corner. It’s my favorite spot, which pisses me off.
“Well, maybe I’ll marry Remi,” I say before I have the chance to stop myself.
I don’t mean it.
At least I don’t think I mean it.
I just want to get a rise out of him. I don’t really want him here. I definitely don’t want him in my favorite spot on my couch.
“Don’t be a dick. You barely know Remi,” he says.
“I know enough,” I say, digging my heels into this argument.
He rolls his eyes and opens a beer. Handing me the open one then grabbing and opening one for himself.
I take a big gulp to collect my thoughts then burp softly.
