“Have you ever heard the expression ‘She rolled her eyes so hard she saw her own brain’?”
He slaps his hand to his chest and laughs a loud, wide-open laugh. It’s a great laugh.
“Can we at least agree that you don’t hate me?” he asks.
“I don’t hate you,” I say.
He throws an arm around me and grins. “Well, that’s a start,” he says.
CHAPTER 20
By Act Two
Sophie, “Me,” Cassidy and Martin >
Sophie:Wow, another date?
Me:It. Is. Not. A. Date
Cassidy:Lemme get this straight. The v hot rocker invited u 2 c him play his guitar & sing his songs with his band @ his v first gig in LA?
Martin:Jesus, Cassidy, would it kill you to write the words out? I just had to read that five times
Cassidy:F U
Cassidy:Anyway
Cassidy:How hot is he exactly?
Me:You don’t even like boys
Cassidy:Rockstars r not boys. They’re not even human. They’re a separate species
Martin:Truth
Me:We’re just going out to get to know each other
Cassidy:Rt. So u can have bttr chemistry when ur dirty dancing with each other
Me:BALLROOM DANCING IS NOT THE SAME AS DIRTY DANCING
Cassidy:Come on. It’s sex with clothes on
Martin:Truth
Sophie:Omg, Cassidy
Cassidy:What?
Cassidy:She’s basically the heroine in 1 of her romance books
Martin:She doesn’t read those books anymore
Cassidy:She’ll be in love by the end of act 2
Me:You understand that real life doesn’t have acts, right?
Martin:Truth
