But drawing lines had never really been my strong suit. Hence, buying roses for my ex—and delivering them to him—for his “hot date.” In the rain. On a Saturday night.
Absurd. I knew that.
But then again… if I hadn’t stopped for those roses, I wouldn’t have run into Ashley Player.
And he never would’ve given me that look.
The look that was meant for my sister.
Ugh.
I was so irritated with both of them. My ex-boyfriend for asking me to pick up flowers for his new girlfriend in the first place, knowing full well I’d have a hard time saying no, and my sister for the whole Ashley Player thing.
I didn’t even realize I’d clicked over to his Wikipedia page until I discovered I was reading it. I’d bookmarked it after running into him the other night.
Totally gross.
Not cool in any way.
And yet here I was, stalking him again…
My sister and I had a rule about men, obviously. You know, the Cardinal Rule. The same rule any sane sisters had. That being, we didn’t get involved with a guy the other one had been involved with first. Ever.
Thou Shalt Not Ever Do That To Thy Sister.
Girl code.
Sacred.
You just didn’t mess with that shit.
And yet here I was, messing.
My creepy, pervy obsession just kept sucking me back into an internet black hole. You know, the one you fell into “accidentally” while you were supposed to be sending a work-related email, somehow ending up deep in a Google search, then sliding down a YouTube wormhole into oblivion.
And you just couldn’t find your way back out.
His Wikipedia page alone told me a lot about him.
Like the fact that his band, the Penny Pushers, had just broken up. He had a famous best friend—Dylan Cope, drummer for the band Dirty. He had a few semi-famous ex-girlfriends—the most famous of which was DJ Summer, a very cool local DJ whose shows I’d been to a few times.
He lived here, in Vancouver.
His mother was deceased.
And he was bisexual.
Or so the internet told me.
He had at least nineteen tattoos—there was an itemized, though incomplete, list—including almost-full sleeves on both arms.
And along with his left eyebrow, his tongue, and his ears, his dick was pierced.
Some serious fans had put a lot of time into this.
Of course, I’d done a little searching on the side to verify these Wiki-facts, but they seemed accurate. Who could tell for sure with the internet, though?
What I did know for sure?
