More like displease.
Lucas:
As long as I’m in your head, it’s fine by me.
My heart does a blip at his words, and my eyes scan his text over and over again. Why do I like that so much? Lucas wanting me to think about him.
Lucas:
I just have one request.
Me:
Oh god, what is it? You’re not going to make me do anythingembarrassing, are you?
Lucas:
Wear red lipstick.
My brows furrow at his text, and before I can say anything, a loud crash startles me. I turn around to see Gabi standing at the door, with her mouth dropped and a half-eaten sandwich in her hand.
“Holy shit,” she says. I notice the controller on the ground when she leans down to pick it back up.
“Do I look okay?” I ask her.
She nods slowly, her mouth still gaped open. “That dress.”
I let out a laugh at her expression. “Lucas got it for me.”
She nods, a smirk on her lips. “So I was right. It was from your boyfriend.”
I slip the dress off, putting it back into the box, along with the letter that I’m keeping close to me, where I can re-read it often. “He’s not my boyfriend, Gabi.”
Gabi snorts while I pick up a sweatshirt and pull it over my head. “Come on, Madi. The guy bought you a dress. He’s taking you out on a date to the biggest event of the year.”
“It’s a charity gala,” I say with an eye roll. Highly doubt it’s the biggest event of the month, let alone the year. “And it’s fake, Gabi. It’s just something Ana set up.”
She snorts, shaking her head. “It doesn’t seem so fake anymore.”
That’s what I thought, too. “Yeah, well, it is.” I drop down onto my bed with a sigh.
Her brows tug together, and she follows, sitting beside me. “What’s going on?” she asks.
I squeeze my eyes closed, shaking my head. “Nothing. I just… I don’t want to get my hopes up when I know it’s not real.”
She watches me for a while, not saying anything. It’s weird. I don’t like it.
“Say something,” I tell her. “I don’t like it when you’re silent.”
She laughs. “I was waiting in case you wanted to tell me something else.”
“Like what?”
She smiles. “Like the fact that you have feelings for him.”
“You’re crazy,” I say, but my heart beats at her words.
“I’m right,” she corrects. “I can see it when you look at him. I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.” She smiles. “It’s nice.”
