Page 96 of Spin The Bottle
Madeline narrows her eyes at her. “I’m serious. The day you bear witness to me falling in love is the day I dye my hair red.” She lifts her eyebrows.
“You’re lying,” Gabi replies skeptically.
“I’m not.”
“You? The control freak? You would never.”
“You’re right.” Madi nods. “I won’t because I won’t lose.”
Grayson grins. “You sound confident,” he says, his arm wrapped around Rosalie. My palms itch to do the same to Leila but after that text reminded me of how we started, I feel like a traitor.
“I am.”
Gabi grins, turning her body to face Madeline. “You want to bet?”
“And what would your forfeit be when you lose?”
Gabriella shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Come on,” Madi says, rolling her eyes. “We have to make it fair.”
“Fine,” Gabi concedes. “If I date first, I’ll dye my hair pink.”
Madi scoffs. “That’s not a bet. You’ve been wanting to do that for ages.”
“Alright bossy, then what do you suggest?”
Madi stares into space, narrowing her eyes, thinking of a forfeit for Gabi. “You have to get a tattoo,” I reply instead.
Madi seems to like that idea, and so does Gabi who shrugs and says, “That’s not a big deal, I want to get a tattoo anyway.”
I shake my head, leaning forward. “Madi chooses the tattoo,” I say, gesturing to Madeline whose smile is getting bigger by the second. “And she chooses where you get it.”
Gabi’s eyes widen. “She’s going to choose like… her name on my back or something.”
I laugh. “Exactly.”
Gabi narrows her eyes at Leila. “Your boyfriend is evil.” Those words that made me so happy just ten minutes ago now feel like a heavy weight on my chest. How am I supposed to tell her everything without her thinking I was lying?
“Yeah,” Leila replies, running her hands down my back. I let my eyes fall closed at the feel of her. Fuck, I love her. What am I going to do? “I’m fond of him though.”
“Deal,” Gabi says, turning back around to face Madi. “If I date first, then I’ll get a tattoo of your choice.”
“And if I date first, then I’ll dye my hair red.”
They shake on it, Madi shooting Gabi a grin. I chuckle watching them, this is going to be interesting. But when my phone buzzes in my pocket again, my body stiffens and I reluctantly take it out of my pocket, reading the message.
Pictures.
Not of my family this time, though. Of me and Leila, just now sitting in this café.
I lift off my seat, very aware of everyone staring at me as the chair stumbles onto the ground and look around. This person was here? Right in front of me, taking pictures and I didn’t see them?
When my phone buzzes again, I glance down, my jaw clenching when I read the two words that make my stomach drop.
Unknown:
End it.
