Page 32 of Betting on You

“He probably never left,” Charlie said. Nekesa and Theo were too busy talking to even notice we were speaking.

“Shut up,” I said to him, hating that thought. “Not helpful.”

“Seriously, just make the dude’s life hell.” Charlie waved a hand in the air as he said, “It’s so easy.”

I wished it was. I wished it was easy and I wished it would work. “Maybe Idoneed to come up with a plan.”

“Hell yes,” Charlie said enthusiastically. “A control freak like you should definitely take some notes.”

I wanted to deny that I was a control freak, but I knew that with Charlie it was pointless. It would result in ten minutes of back-and-forth that would end in him thinking he was right, even though he wasn’t.

No, the bigger point was whether or not I wanted to be proactive in the Scott situation. Whether or not I wanted todosomething to try to shake him from our lives.

Ugh, just the thought of it all stressed me out.

The idea of plotting something was immature; who was I, Lindsay Lohan (and Lindsay Lohan), employing childish shenanigans in order to get my long-lost parents back together? I wanted to think I was better than that.

And what if somehow it worked and Scott walked away?Iwanted that, but what about my mom? I couldn’t stand the thought of anything making her sad, so was I really considering spearheading her heartbreak?

But just as I thought that, I remembered the brownie batter party that didn’t happen last night. Instead of my mom and me, hanging out together the way we always had since she’d split with my dad, Scott’s ass had been on our couch and he’d put my mother to bed before I’d even gotten home.

And it wasn’t about the brownies—I wasn’tthatselfish.

It was about what had survived the divorce. Our family had imploded, but my mom and I having brownie parties still felt like some descendant of that, some tiny fragment that had survived the crash. Connecting me to the family we used to be.

I was fine with her dating—I didn’t want her to be aloneforever—but Scott was an imminent threat to all the brownie parties I held on to for dear life.

“Will you help me? Like, for real, not being a smart-ass?”

Charlie looked surprised for a second, and then he shrugged like he didn’t care. “Sure. I was going to hit Zio’s on my way home, so if you want to tag along, we can map out your annoy-him-until-he-leaves strategy.”

“My mom and Scott are ordering pizza, so I should probably—”

“Cancel with them and go with me.” He looked down at me with raised eyebrows. “Duh.”

“How would this help?” I asked, noticing that he reallydidhave a nice face in spite of his Mr. Nothing disposition.Man, would I love to put mascara on lashes that long.It just wasn’t fair that he was born that way.

“Chaos. Tension,” he replied, reaching out a hand and patting down the curl on the right side of my part that had been wildly uncooperative that day. “Throwing a wrench into their we-happy-three plans.”

“Okay.” I smacked his hand before pulling out my phone to text my mom. I said to him as I opened my contacts, “Just let me drop off Nekesa first.”

“Theo,” Charlie said, his eyes on me, “do you think you can give Nekesa a ride home so Bay and I can go strategize her destroy-the-boy plan?”

“Of course,” Theo said, looking like he didn’t mind a bit.

Charlie murmured “Of course” at a volume that only I could hear.

“Thanks,” Nekesa said, also looking like she had no regrets about being rerouted to Hot Theo.

Shit, maybe Charlie was right about them.

I followed Charlie downtown and parked at a meter spot, and by the time I got inside the restaurant, he already had menus and a table.

“So.” I sat down, pulled off my cross-body bag, and said, “Do you think this can actually work?”

“Doing anything is better than doing nothing, right?” he asked, crumpling his straw wrapper into a perfect tiny ball before flicking it in my direction.

“I suppose,” I said, still unsure if that was actually true. Unsure what I was even doing here with him.

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