It just stings.
The next thing I know, my phone is being ripped out of my hand. My eyes snap across the couch connecting with Evie, who has moved my phone out of reach. She’s glaring at me.“You need to stop torturing yourself over this picture or looking at anything on her page, for that matter. We don’t like her. Full stop.” I see her fingers moving over my screen, as she looks through Chloe’s page herself, before continuing.
“You need to... HOLD ON.” She sits up and her eyes go wide. “She has a brother. And … oh my god, look at this delicious specimen of a human being.” She quickly turns the phone around, showing me his photo.
I gape at the image.
He is the most beautiful man I’ve seen in my life.
His dark brown hair is cut short on the sides, but left longer on top. Long enough to style it nicely, and he definitely pulls off the most sexy bed head look. I can’t see the color of his eyes because they’re covered by a pair of Ray-Bans, but his face is framed with a strong jawline. Leading to a broad chest, painted with the most detailed tattoo I’ve ever seen.
In the dead centre of his chest is a skull wearing a crown, surrounded by flowers shaded with a smokey essence around it. With a closer look, I can see something written on the crown, but I can’t get a good enough look to make out what it says. He doesn’t have a six pack and his torso is not sculpted. Don’t even get me STARTED on the tree trunks he has for thighs.
A thumb swipes across the corner of my lip, and my eyes snap up to Evie as she smirks. “Sorry, you just had a little drool right there, so I thought I’d help you out by wiping it off.”
“Oh, fuck off.” I mumble to her, as I look back to the post. It’s a series of photos that Chloe had posted of a family vacation they took in the summer. I notice his profile is tagged and go to click on it. “His profile is private. That’s unfortunate.”
Evie chimes in.“You should request to follow him.”
“What?! No way.”
“I mean why not? He doesn't know who you are. It’s not like Chloe is going to brag about taking Dalton from you or anything. Or I hope she wouldn’t or else she and I are gonna have some words.”
This is why I love my best friend.
She continuously has my back. I smile at her, then launch at her to give her a bear hug. I hear aumphcome from her as I land on top of her, followed by a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Now get off me.” She sits up after I’m off and grabs her phone. “Oh crap! My phone died, I’ll have to go plug it in. Can I use your phone real quick? I just need to call my mom. I forgot to tell her I can’t make it up this weekend to see her.”
“Yeah, go for it.” I say, tossing the phone over to her. I take that moment to let Winnie outside to do his business. Flicking on the porch light, I throw on a cardigan to ward off the chill hanging in the evening air. Taking in a deep breath, I watch Winnie as he runs around with his nose to the ground. He circles the yard three times before picking a spot. He comes barreling back up the stairs, to the door, looking back at me likehey, hurry up so we can go back inside.
Making my way back to the living room, I stop in my tracks when I see Evie with the biggest grin on her face. Her eyes gleaming with mischievousness, and I instantly glare at her.
“Evie Rose Parker! What did you do?”
“Okay, don’t kill me but…”
I lift my hand up to stop her from continuing. “Nope! I already know I don’t want to hear it.” I plop back onto the couch next to her and pinning her with a glare. She gives me a pleading look, one she knows I alwaysgive into. I stare at her for a few more seconds before rolling my eyes with a smirk.
“Okay, what did you do? But know that I reserve the right to hit you with this pillow if I don’t like it.” I raise the pillow in preparation, because I already know I’m going to want to hit her.
“Okay so…” She starts. “I didn’tactuallyneed to call my mom. It was a ruse.”
“Evie… What did you do?” I demand.
“Well… Your Capture was still open and it was still on his page… So, because I know you won't do it yourself, I did it for you. I sent him a follow req—” her sentence is cut off as I whip her with the pillow, landing it upside her head.
“HEY! You didn’t let me finish!”
I gasp, “I don’t need you to finish! I know exactly what you did. Take it back. Undo it! That’s so creepy!” I bury my face in my hands, groaning as I contemplate doing it myself.
“Honestly, it’s just a Capture follow, Harps. What's the worst thing that could happen?”
I could think of a million things that could go wrong.
But I guess she has a point.
Whatisthe worst thing that could happen?
