Page 39 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
“He’s engaged to AshLynn,” I argue.
“They’ve been engaged for a hot minute. It will never last,” Zach counters.
A girl can only hope.
“Don’t be that way, Zach. It’s not nice.”
“Nice? Have you met your half sister? I’m a realist, baby.”
“I don’t know, I think she’s really into him.”
“Puh-lease.” He rolls his eyes.
I look at him, pleading with him to see my side of things. Otherwise he’ll just get my hopes up and then I’ll be disappointed. And I really hate being disappointed.
“Fine,” he says. “I will give you my assessment after breakfast once I’ve seen them interact in person.”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Yes, please, stinky exercise girl.”
“Ohmigod, do I smell bad?” If I do and Mason smelled me, I will never recover. Not ever. I raise my arm to sniff my pit. It’s not bad. Not great either though. It was that damn run after P-Tink. Mason was running, how come he didn’t stink?
Because he’s perfect.
“Not funny, Zach,” I tell him.
“Hurry along anyway, I’ll be here planning all the ways you can make it up to me when I’m right about Mason being into you.”
I wave my hand over my head and disappear into the house.
Brain, you have been overruled and are instructed to disregard that last statement as it does not apply.
Right?
