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“Because it’s like you’re trying to make me say I’m unhappy when that’s not the case. Like when you told me love hurts sometimes. It’s like you want me to be miserable. I’d understand Dad being weird about me having my first boyfriend. But I never thought you’d be weird about it.”
“I know,” my mom said. “I just...” her voice trailed off.
“What, Mom? Just say it. Do you not like Jacob or something? Is that it?”
There was a crashing noise.
“Is that the kiss thief?” RJ shrieked in my earpiece.
My heart started racing as I spun around. And I couldn’t quite explain it, but I knew my kiss thief was here. It was like I could feel his eyes on me. Watching me.
Scarlett and the Fake Boyfriend - Chapter 8 – Ah! Damn it!
Wednesday
I thought it was the kiss thief creating some kind of distraction with the crashing noise. I looked over to the lingerie section where I’d heard it. But all I saw was Sophie flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water. She’d knocked over a huge rack of lingerie.
“Oh my,” my mom said. “We should probably go help that woman.”
Crap!“Nah, she’s fine.”
“Sweetie, she’s rolling around. She can’t get up.”
“Maybe she wants to be on the floor.”
“Covered in bras? I don’t think so.”
“She just seems like a floor person to me.”
“Scarlett, don’t be rude.” My mom started to walk toward her.
“RJ, go help her!” Liam said. “You’re the closest one.”
“Oh sorry,” RJ said. “I was helping a very top heavy woman with a teensy little bikini.” He giggled. “I gave her a few sizes too small. Everyone should wear them this way.”
“RJ!” Liam yelled. “My mom is going to see Soph.”
“Right. On it.” RJ came sprinting out of the dressing room to assist Soph. “Clean up on aisle two,” he said in his flamboyant voice. “Madame, you divine beast. Here, let me help you up.” RJ somehow managed to help Sophie to her feet. “What’s your name, you scrumptious morsel?”
“I am...Gog,” Sophie said. She made a face, probably realizing that Gog was the most ridiculous name ever. And then she knocked over another rack to distract everyone from her announcing that her name was Gog. “Gog go smash.”
“Gog?” Liam said in my earpiece. “Really?”
I threw my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t laugh. I knew where Sophie had gotten Gog from. When we were little and playing Barbies, sometimes Liam would run over with this monster toy and knock everything over. He always yelled: “Gog go smash!” Or other short broken English sentences because he was just a toddler at the time.
My mom turned around. “Yeah, let’s let the professionals handle that one.” She gave me a look that said she thought Gog was an insane woman.
Agreed.Luckily my mom didn’t seem to remember Gog the monster toy. But I’d always thought Liam did it when she wasn’t looking.
“Now where were we? Right. Homecoming dresses.” My mom walked off toward the dresses. She seemed relieved that it was on the other side of the store.
I hurried after her.
“What color do you think you want to wear?” She stopped at the first rack and started looking through the dresses.
“Mom, we weren’t done talking. Do you not like Jacob?”
She sighed and let the dresses fall back in place. “Of course I like Jacob.”
