“Says the guy who still hasn’t blocked his ex’s ass after months.”
Slouching in his seat, he places a hand on his chest. “If you saw her glow-up, you wouldn’t blame me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “She cheated on you,” I point out. “I think I would block her. I’m toxic like that.”
Rowan chuckles, hitting my biceps. “Something we agree on. You’re really toxic. I wish you had come with a warning label all those years ago.”
“Remember the torture I’m enduring right now so you can continue to live here.” I gesture around us.
“I don’t know why you’re acting like it’s the worst thing in the world. Amelia is stunning. Probably the most lusted-after girl in the world. I would spend every minute possible with her.”
“Luckily, you and I aren’t the same. I have brains; you don’t.”
His mouth falls agape.
If only he knew how much of a smart mouth she has or how she pushes my buttons until I feel like I’m going insane. It seems that Little Miss Sunshine isn’t very happy, like she portrays to the world.
“Lee!” my sister calls me from somewhere in the house.
“You’re lucky there’s a child present,” Rowan states, throwing me a smile.
“Or else what?” I muse.
“I would beat your ass. I finished senior-year math with a D. Dumb people fail.”
Is this guy for real?
“That’s one grade away from failing. You call that a win?”
“Yes.” He nods. “Yes, I do.”
“Lee!” An out-of-breath Stella comes up to me and scolds when she sees me sitting, “I was calling you.”
“I heard,” I admitted with a smile.
“And you ignored me?”
“I wasn’t ignoring you, princess. I was just talking to Rowan.”
Climbing onto my lap, she winds her tiny arms around my neck. “I saw you on TV.”
“Oh, really?” I say while brushing a piece of curly brown hair behind her ear.
She aggressively nods. “You looked handsome.”
I can sense Axel coming up behind me.
“It’s sad that your sister is the only person who calls you handsome,” he whispers in my ear, and all I want to do is elbow him where the sun doesn’t shine.
Choosing to ignore the five-year-old, I focus on the actual child. “Thank you, Stella.”
“But why were there legs on top of you?” She raises a tiny eyebrow.
My heart jumps in my chest, making oxygen evaporate from my lungs. Of course my sister saw the not-so-PG picture of me.
“Well, let’s change the subject,” I say a little too excitedly while clapping my hands and glaring at my best friends.
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