Page 39 of Love Me Like It's Real
I wonder if Felix has read it.
Gosh. Of course he’s read it. He’s mentioned the blog. I’m sure he reads it daily, like most people in town even if they pretend they don’t.
I bet even if he wanted to date me he wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole after that scathing review of my person.
And who would blame him?
Gosh.
Jason is right.
Why do I care? It’s not like I’m interested in dating him. I’m not. I’m not interested in dating anyone ever again, in my life.
Dating only leads to one thing and one thing only. Inconsolable, irrevocable heartache and I’d be a fool to want to go through that again for whatever reason.
TWELVE
FELIX
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my two favorite people in the world!” Caspian exclaims as soon as we enter Special Blend and Elsa and Arya run into his arms, while I stand by the counter and clear my throat.
“Gee, thanks,” I mumble.
Caspian chuckles and looks up at me. “You’re okay too.” He pats the top of my head and goes back around the counter laughing like an ass.
“I’ll remember that next time,” I tell him.
“Next time what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Next time you need a favor.”
“I’m sure next time I need a favor I’ll run to my boyfriend.”
I groan and he turns his attention to the girls again. Pfft. I’m always playing second fiddle when they’re around. Typical.
“What can I get for you girls?”
“Hot cocoa!” Arya shouts.
“With lots and lots of marshmallows,” Elsa adds with similar excitement.
“And extra sprinkles!” Caspian exclaims, matching their vibe and making them jump up and down in glee. As if they need more excuses to do so. They’ve been relentless all morning.
“Gee, I don’t stand a chance against you three, do I?”
Caspian smirks when he looks at me. “What on earth do you mean?”
My only response is a glower, and he gets busy with the cocoas, laughing at me again.
“Caspian! Caspian!” Elsa calls out to him. “Did you know our Poppy had a date last night?”
Caspian’s eyebrows do the wiggle dance as he glances at me and I frown.
“Did he now?”
“Yeah. Poppy has a boyfriend!” Arya says.
“I donothave a boyfriend!” I raise my voice so I can be heard over the steam wand and the glee permeating this side of the café.
