Warning signs you may be dealing with aplayer:
He texts youlate.
You don’t go on publicdates.
He compliments you. Alot.
He doesn’t introduce you to hisfriends.
He’s vague about where heis.
He has a badreputation.
I rolled my eyes at that one and shut the magazine, tossing it onto the table before sinking down in the chair. We didn’t go on public dates, he complimented me a lot, I had no idea who his friends were aside from Trevor, and I didn’t even know where he was, but Daisydid…
“I’ll be right with you girls,” Judy called from the counter. “Let me just finish up withPatty.”
“Okay,” Megsaid.
The door swung open, the bell jingled, and Daisy strutted in. I looked away just as she glanced atme.
“Hey, Daisy,” Judysaid.
“Hey.” She plopped down in the chair across from Meg. I grabbed the magazine again, flipping through the pages just to occupy myhands.
“So, Daisy,” Meridith called from across the salon. “I hear there’s some big news about your friend,Noah?”
I peeked over the top of the magazine, watching Meridith tease Martha’shair.
“Oh, yes,” Daisy said, I could hear the smile in hervoice.
“That boy’s nasty,” Martha said. “He comes in the Bait and Tackle, buying up all thecondoms.”
“We know, Martha,” Meridith patted her shoulder. “Well, you made a vague post about it. I checked his profile and nothing. Come on and spill already, wouldyou?”
“Okay, so, get this. Brice Taylor saw one of my videos of Noah singing and contacted him. He’s in Nashville recording withhim.”
Meridith stopped teasing Martha’s poufy hair. Her eyes went wide. “Are you kiddingme?”
“What… the… fuck…” Meg muttered then glanced atme.
Why did she know? Why wouldn’t he have told me something likethat?
“It’s so exciting,” Daisy swooned. “I’m so proud of him, he absolutely deservesit.”
“He does have a greatvoice.”
I looked at Daisy, she was all sunshine and smiles. “And to think, I’ve had Noah Greyson sing to me before. It’s soamazing.”
The rest of the conversation faded into the background. For whatever reason, the thought of him singing to Daisy the way he sang to me made me nauseous. It was a slap in the face to realize something you treasured was absolutelyworthless.
My stomach churned. I placed the nail polish on the table, pushed up from the chair, and walked right out of the salon. I was halfway across the parking lot when the bell dinged, and Meg called out for me. “Hey!” I kept walking. “What are you doing?” She grabbed my arm and I spunaround.
“I just want to gohome.”
“Hannah, you can’t let Daisy get to you, she’s…she’s…”
“She’s just like me, some dumb girl who thinks she meant something to a guy.” I rolled a shoulder. “I just, I just… I’m tired, Meg. I’m angry and yes, I’m hurt, but I’m really just tired.” Isighed.
