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What about favorite tutor
Strawberry
Um, you’re my only tutor, so that’s not really fair to say
Maybe if I get at least one more and have a basis for comparison…
She better not. I don’t want to become a murderer.
“Shit,” I mutter, rubbing a hand up and down my face. I have no right to act like a possessive tool. We’re not together. She can play the field if she wants. It’s not my business. But the thought of some other dude putting his hands—or his mouth, or any appendages—on her, makes me want to break something. And it shouldn’t.
So I change the topic.
Me
I’m bored on a bus full of panicky fools
What are you doing
Her next text comes right away.
Strawberry
I’m hiding from mother dearest and an overzealous group of bridesmaids in the dressing room of a bridal shop
Definition of overzealous, I type into my browser.
Huh, is that what I’m being right now? Except I’m not sure what my objective here is, other than talking with her.
And that’s a first. I’ve always known where I stand with the women in my life. With Mom and my sisters, it’s obvious. They exist to annoy me and ignore me, and I’m here to caveman them as much as Dad does. With Ryan, it’s also clear-cut. She’s a friend I discuss hockey captaincy things with and also trade insults with that pack no punch. With the girls I’ve dated, it was even easier. They were just temporary distractions.
Maddie Berkley doesn’t fit into any of those categories. And the problem is, I’m not interested in anything outside of them—but I’m interested inher.
Me
I have exactly an hour before we reach destination
So why hiding and why overzealous
Strawberry
*Sighing emoji*
Don’t forget you asked for details, so here we go
The dress is HIDEOUS
It makes me look like a misshapen potato even though it’s too tight??
And Mom keeps saying I must’ve put on weight, but I didn’t!!
And if I did, so what? It happens!
Meanwhile the bridesmaids keep offering up their cousins or their friends’ friend who is “totally not a creep”
Me
They’re offering what?
