Page 131 of Promising You
His eyebrows raise. “You’re not going to like what they say.”
I keep my hand extended. He gives me the phone and I open one of the emails and read it out loud.
“‘Garret, I love you. Will you marry me? Kristy.’” I hold the phone up to him. “What do you think, Garret? Yes or no?”
He pushes the phone down and kisses me. “Email her back. Tell her I’m already engaged.”
“That’s a lie. You shouldn’t lie to your adoring fans.”
“It’s not a lie. You and I are engaged.”
I laugh. “Really. When did this happen?”
“Sunday. With your concussion you probably forgot.”
He looks serious and for a moment I believe him. Memory loss is a side effect of a concussion. I glance down at my hand. No ring.
“Don’t tease me like that. For a minute I thought you were telling the truth.”
“And what if I was? Would it be so bad if we were engaged?”
“No.” I smile as I say it, which is so unlike me. A year ago I didn’t even want to date anyone and I definitely didn’t want to get married. “But I’d like to be able to remember the proposal.”
“When it happens, you’ll remember it.”
His comment has me imagining how he might propose. Not that I’m expecting a proposal anytime soon. Or ever.
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You know, that’s the first time you haven’t totally freaked out when I brought up the marriage topic.”
“That’s not true.”
“It’s true. You hate it when I talk about it. In fact, I think Kristy or whatever her name is, would probably marry me before you would.”
“Kristy is not getting you. And none of these other girls are either.” I pick up his phone again and open another email. A photo pops up. “Garret, this girl sent you naked pictures!”
“Really? Let me see.” He grabs the phone and checks out the photos.
“Hey! Don’t look at those!” I reach for the phone.
He hands it back to me. “You’re way hotter.”
“You’re just saying that,” I mumble as I open another email. “This one says ‘Garret, I want to lick your—’ This is disgusting! She doesn’t even know you and she’s saying all these things she wants to do to you.Idon’t even do those things to you!”
“Maybe you should,” he says, smiling as he gets up.
I scan the email again, seeing if Iwouldwant to try some of these things on Garret.
“I think you’ve read enough of those. I need the phone back. I’ve gotta see if my dad’s lawyers are doing anything to get this stopped.”
“You said your dad wouldn’t get into a lawsuit over this.”
“Yeah, but maybe they can work out a deal with the production company. Get them to stop pretending like I’m going to be on the show. I don’t know, but they need to do something.”
“I think it’ll get worse before it gets better.” I hand him the phone. “The show airs next week. And in the meantime Ava said girls can go on the website and rate your hotness.” I laugh as I say it.
He’s not amused. “This has to stop. They can’t keep doing this shit without my consent.”
“Well, they’re doing it. They’re also posting photos of you online. You should probably be monitoring that website to see what they’re saying about you.”
