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“Trevor,” Felicia says. “You can help us!”
“Help you?” I ask.
“Yes,” Felicia says. “You know Lexi better than anyone else. You can help us write up her profile details.”
I can what?
Just when I thought things were bad, they plummeted to a new low. Maybe I should blurt out that I’ll take Lexi on dates. But, if she wanted to date me, she would have given me some sort of sign she was into me.
I’ll admit I’ve never directly asked her out since our junior year, but she definitely knows I wanted to date her. I blurted it in the most humiliating few minutes of my life—in front of a guy named Guy. And, since then, she’s never even hinted at my interest in her or given me any reason to think she wanted more with me.
Actually, she’s done everything to show me she’s comfortable viewing me as something like a brother. And now I have to man up and help her find a good match or look like a jerk for bagging out when she needs my assistance.
“Okay, let’s do this thing,” I say.
The women walk into the living room. Lexi grabs her laptop and sits cross legged on the floor with her computer open on the coffee table. Jayme sits on the couch and Felicia moves to sit next to her.
I shoot off a quick text to Rob.
Trevor: Just hanging at Lexi’s with Felicia helping them put an online dating profile together for Lex.
Rob: Who snagged Trevor’s phone? This isn’t funny.
Trevor: Man. It’s me. I’m not joking.
Rob: Prove it.
Trevor: You were responsible for the explosion on the football field in seventh grade.
Rob: Thanks a lot for that stroll down memory lane. So, have you lost your mind?
Trevor: Maybe. I don’t know.
Trevor: I’ll probably stop by your place this afternoon.
Rob: I’m here working on a maze for squirrels to run through in my back yard. It’s epic. My followers are going to love this. Come by whenever.
I pocket my phone and take a seat on the chair I danced on last night. Last night, when Lexi was all mine.
Felicia has a website pulled up on Jayme’s computer. She flashes me the screen.
“We’re going to have to upload profile pics, but you don’t have to allow the person to see you before the date. It’s all about being compatible in personality and interests. You can even go on the dates without seeing one another first. Their approach takes the pressure off and makes it less of a meat market.”
We spend the next hour answering questions about basic things like where Lexi and Jayme live, their ethnicity, religious beliefs, education and jobs. But then the questions get trickier.
Felicia’s all business.
“Would you like to eventually start a family?” Felicia asks, fingers poised over the laptop ready to type Jayme’s response.
“Yes,” Lexi says without hesitation.
Images of the abandoned farmhouse dart across my mind and I try to picture Lexi on the porch with some guy while I … what? What do I do? Walk up and shake his hand just so I can grab an hour of time with my best friend?
This officially stinks.
Relentless doesn’t begin to describe Felicia. She’s oblivious to my suffering, so I can’t blame her.
“If your best friends could describe you in four words, what would they be?” Felicia asks.
