Page 25 of Choosing Her
Gave a girl one of his shirts in exchange for free sunglasses that are normally like $200
Saylor
HUH???
Poppy
I really do not take advantage of knowing a famous person enough
Saylor
How do we get a cut of this
Lilah
I’m going home next week, I’ll steal more of his clothes and we can split them
+his cologne
I spray it on the clothes so they smell more like him
Let me tell you, the fangirls go WILDDDD
Poppy
I feel like I’m witnessing a crime
“If you keep staring at your phone all day, your neck is going to freeze like that.”
I blinked and looked up at the boy who had appeared in front of me, iced coffee in hand and goofy smile on his face. I shoved my phone in my back pocket and stood up from the bench I’d sat on while I was texting.
“I think you have your sayings mixed up,” I said. “Isn’t it your face is going to freeze like that?”
His mouth twisted. “But how would looking at your phone make your face freeze?”
I shrugged. “You’re the one who said it, not me. Is that for me?”
I pointed at the iced coffee in his hand and he nodded, handing it over. It was remarkable how quickly he’d trained me into expecting an iced coffee from him every day. If anybody else had been walking around with a drink, I never in a millionyears would have assumed it was for me. But if it was Crossy, apparently all bets were off. In my defence, he had never once said that the drink wasn’t for me. I was beginning to question if he even liked iced coffee or if he only stopped at the coffee shop every day to buy something for me.
I took a sip of the drink, eyes widening in surprise as the pumpkin spice flavor hit me. Despite the popularity of it, Heart’s Coffee ever had the flavor available.
“Thank you,” I said, absentmindedly running my thumb along the CROSSY written on the side of the cup in black sharpie.
“I admit, it’s acting as bribe,” Crossy said, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his pants.
I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”
“My parents want to meet you,” he said, like it was totally normal for his parents to want to meet their son’s ex-girlfriend’s little sister.
“Excuse me?”
He looked around. “Are you with anyone? Or can you just come over now be?—”
“I cannot meet your family!” I hissed, cutting him off.
He blinked at me. “Why not?”
“Because you’re— And I’m— It’s…” I sighed. “It doesn’t really seem appropriate, does it? Given the circumstances.”
