In a massive way, manic proportions.
Girls are like phones. We love to be held and talked to,
but if you press the wrong button, you’ll be disconnected.
– Harlee to Talia.
Chapter 8
Harlee
Why in the world did I agree to this?
Again, why in the ever-loving hell did I agree to this?
Freaking mom.
That’s why.
Said she saw the way Victor Jessup kept eyeing me when I worked at the diner and said that he was a sweet boy.
Sweet boy my ass.
I had just sighed as he eyed another waitress who walked past our table.
Thankfully, my phone chose that moment to vibrate with a text.
Normally, I wouldn’t dare touch my phone if I were out somewhere.
However, I needed a distraction to stop me from going allXena Warrior Princesson this guy’s ass and giving him a piece of my mind.
Sin – What are you doing?
I felt the breath in my lungs catch when I looked down at my phone and checked the time. Here I was hoping that half an hour had just passed, but really, it had only been a few minutes.
But that thought quickly flew out of my head, as my fingers rushed to see what he had sent.
I wasn’t even going to snicker at the name I dubbed him in my phone.
Because that way, when Talia looked in my phone, she wouldn’t see the messages.
There was nothing wrong with them, but still.
Oh, and the nickname of Sin... he was hotter than sin.
Me – Sitting across from my date.
Me – How many times can someone talk about the different uses of peanut butter?
Sin – Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love peanut butter. But... uhhh... what?
Me – Too long to text it all.
And then as soon as I sent him that text, my phone vibrated in my hand.
Before I could look down at it, I heard a flirty giggle, which caused my eyes to glance up.
Just to see our waitress, who had been awesome, smile down at my date, and for my date to smile up at her.
