Page 112 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Tobie?”

I jump, spinning around.

Marc is standing inches away, cheeks slightly red as if he sprinted toward me the second Reid left me.

I hug my randomly selected books to my chest. “Yeah?”

His eyes dip, and a corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile. “You look pretty.”

I’m in a pair of jeans, a creased hockey jersey that smells like Reid, my glasses because I couldn’t be bothered with contacts today, and I threw my hair into a scrunchie because I was too hungry for breakfast to fuss with it.

This isn’t the well-dressed, perfectly put-together Tobie Myers who’s supposed to convince Marc he made a mistake cheating on me.

This is the ordinary Tobie he cheated on. And he thinks I lookpretty?

Make it make sense.

I back up. “Oh, thanks. Anyway, I better go.”

He moves closer, his hand out as if to grab me. “I, uh…”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Reid stepping out of the library. He made Marc think that he forgot something in the library to prove a point. And he was right.

The impossible is happening. Marc is acting like he wants me back.

“Yeah?” I prompt him.

Marc’s gaze drifts over my shoulder, all but confirming Reid is still there. “You going to the frat party tonight?”

After what he said to me at the last one? No thanks.

I shake my head. “Why?”

“Just wondered if you were going to be there. I mean, if you were, then I might see you.”

“Well, I won’t.”

He stares at me.

What happened to all his need to study for the LSATs? What happened to the girl he cheated on me with? And why is he acting like he doesn’t want me to leave?

He doesn’t speak for so long that I back up.

“You, uh, you really do look great.” His eyes search mine. “Happy.”

“Thanks.”

I turn to leave.

Again, he steps closer, and his eyes flick to the library. “So things are serious then?”

“Kind of. We’re still figuring things out.”

“With all of them?” His eyes probe me like he’s trying to read my mind.

“I guess,” I say vaguely. “See you around.”

I walk back to Reid, waiting beside a tree near the library. His forehead is puckered as if he’s worried.

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