Page 14 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
BLAKE: What do you mean deal with him? Are you guys fighting?
ME: We aren’t anything. He is nothing to me.
BLAKE: I didn’t realize it was like that. My bad.
I see Wyatt also texting in my peripheral.
Ohmigod!
ME: Are you texting Wyatt at the same time you’re texting me?????
BLAKE: What’s going on with you two?
BLAKE: You’re being weird. He’s being weird.
ME: You ARE texting him! What is he saying about me?
ME: You’d better be on my side, Blake Moore!
BLAKE: I didn’t know there were sides.
ME: There are always sides.
BLAKE: Ok. Ok. I’m on your side. Chill. I’ll see you when you get here.
I hate it when my brother tells me to chill.
I send another text to my best friend, Darby.
ME: He’s here.
DARBY: I know all the best ways to hide murder weapons.
I laugh out loud.
ME: We’re sharing a cab.
Wyatt leans toward me. Is he trying to see what I’m texting?
“Do you mind?” I turn my phone to the side.
“Not at all,” he says.
ME: OMG! He’s so annoying.
DARBY: Clearly it’s more serious than I thought.
DARBY: I can have a hitman there within the hour. Just say the word.
I laugh again. I love my best friend so much.
ME: I’ll have to get back to you on that one. We’re here. TTYL!
The cab pulls into the valet/drop-off area for the hotel. Wyatt hands the driver a fifty-dollar bill and tells him to keep the change.
“I can pay for my cab,” I say.
He shrugs, exits the car, and shuts the door.
