Page 10 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Nothing.” I shove my phone in my pocket and lean forward for another custard cream.
“Is it a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Well, hurry up and get one. I’m not getting any younger, you know.”
A few nights later, I’m heading to bed when my thoughts, as they often seem to these days, turn to her. I wonder where she is, what she’s up to, what she’s wearing. Is she smiling? She’s got such a gorgeous smile. She smiles with her entire face; her mouth wide, cheeks full, eyes bright and sparkling. Though, of course, she rips it all away the second she sees me, so I have to catch it from afar when she’s not looking.
I decide to give it another go.
Me:How do you rate yourself in bed?
She replies immediately.
Hottie:11/10
Me:Interesting
And then nothing. She leaves me on read, and I lie there for what feels like hours checking to see if she’s replied. It’s pathetic how much I want her to. I’m too desperate to care about any rules against double-texting.
Me:I’m 11/10 too, by the way
Hottie:I didn’t ask and I don’t care
Liar.
Me:What are you doing right now?
Hottie:Working
Working? It’s almost midnight. She shouldn’t be working this late. She should be having fun, with me.
Me:Tell me about the best sex you’ve ever had
Hottie:Why?
Me:So I can make sure I claim the top spot
Hottie:I severely doubt you could top it
Me:Tell me
Hottie:No
I don’t have time to come up with a reply before she messages again.
Hottie:What about you?
Me:Hang on, I just need to mark this on my calendar
Hottie:?
Me:You know this is the first time you’ve asked me a question. Excuse me while I recover from shock.
Hottie:I take it back. I don’t want to know shit about you
More lies. I can tell she wants me, but really, I don’t know much about her at all. Kara and Luke aren’t gossips, and though they’ve both told me Hattie doesn’t date, I’ve heard enough to know she likes a good time. She strikes me as the adventurous type, and something tells me impressing her won’t be easy.
