Page 32 of Bad Crush
“They said everything would be okay and that we’d still be a family.”
“We will,” I promise her. Just as soon as our parents stop acting like children, but I keep that part to myself. “Now, help me figure out what to wear on my date with Reagan.”
She squeals. I might not know how to fix the shit with our parents, but I know how to get Ginny’s mind off it.
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Reagan
Tuck your heart back into your pocket, Cancer. Now is not the time to be emotionally slutty. While you’re at it, keep it in your pants, too.
“It’s up!It’s up! You look. I can’t do it.” I slide my laptop to Dakota when Dr. Rossen’s email comes in with the final cast list.
She scrolls slowly. So dang slowly. I pace and hold my hands up like I’m praying. I want this so badly.
“Well?” I ask when I can’t take it any longer.
Her face lifts from the screen, and she smiles. “You got the part of Molly. Is that the one you wanted?”
“I did?!” I jump in front of her so I can see.
“Molly, Mary, and Mara. Those are terrible names for sisters. They sound too much alike,” she complains, but I barely hear her.
“I can’t believe it. I got it!”
“Congrats!”
I hug her so hard she grunts and gasps for air. “This is going to be amazing!”
“I’m really proud of you,” she says when I free her.
And then it really registers. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“I might screw up the entire production.” Holy crap.
“Wow, that was a quick turn of feelings there, even for you.”
“I’ve never played a part like this. I’m not funny. Why did I think I could pull off a funny character?”
She grins. “Sometimes you’re funny. You’re making me smile right now.”
I groan loudly just as there’s a knock at the door.
“Sounds like your date is here. Want me to let him in and sharpen my knives while he waits?”
I laugh, hoping she’s joking, as I rush to let Adam in. His hair is still damp, and he steps in with a grin that’s so sexy I forget to speak.
“Hey,” he says and snaps me out of it.
“Hey. Hi.” I wave awkwardly.
Some of my uneasiness around him has diminished now that he knows about my massive crush on him, but I’m still nervous about all the disastrous ways this could go.
My hair and makeup are already done, so I change quickly while he waits on the couch. I send Dakota to her room with a promise that she won’t threaten my date.
He stands when I walk into the living room. I clutch my purse against my body. Waterproof mascara and tissues are packed, and I’m wearing my favorite panties. “I’m ready.”
