Page 92 of Pucking Rebound
Jordy:
Forget clothes, you won’t need them.
Me:
Merry Christmas, Jordy xoxox
Jordy:
Merry Christmas, Teacup. Enjoy your day xoxox
Me:
You too.
Jordy:
That’s not going to happen. My mother invited Sienna and her parents for Christmas dinner.
I re-read his last text. My grip around the bauble he bought me tightens and then eases off before I place it in its box.
I’m jealous.
So jealous.
And we’re not even dating.
I type back, pressing every letter harder than I mean to.
Me:
Have fun. I hope Sienna chokes on your mother’s turkey.
I delete the last part about Sienna, then press send.
Jordy:
You’re currently wishing you were a fly on the wall. Don’t lie, Lola. I know you like me more than you want to admit.
This man is so observant.
Me:
You don’t know me that well. I’m cool.
Jordy:
You’re not cool.
Jordy:
I know you better than you think I do.
Me:
You do not.
Jordy:
