Page 58 of Pucking Matt
Her brows raise. “You apologized? About what?”
“About not being a fan.” I shrug. “You can imagine how good that made him feel.”
Her eyes widen with understanding. “What did he say?”
“Oh, he apologized for being a dick.”
“So, wait––you two are actually getting along?”
I nod.
“Wait. He apologized?” She laughs like she’s caught onto something. “Girl, have you seen what they say about him in the comments?”
“Comments?”
“TikTok?”
“Does it look like I’m on TikTok?”
She ignores me and continues, “He has a reputation. Like a total player. I’ve read some of the rumors on there, but I’ll keep those to myself. So the fact that he’s here, specifically asking to work with you and you guys cleared the air––I mean, come on.”
I shake my head. “You’re delusional.”
“This is Matthew Pearson.”
“Did you say that he asked to work with me?”
“Oh,” she stares off into space. “I didn’t say that, did I?”
“You did,” I nodding at her. “Now, you need to spill.”
“Nope,” she zips her mouth shut and throws away the key.
“Jen.”
She shakes her head.
“Jen!”
“Oh, look a customer is coming. I’ll take their order.”
Once the mini rush of people flow through, I turn to her.
She sighs dramatically. “Okay, you have to promise not to tell him I told you. I mean, do I have to say it? I’m sure you could put the pieces together, you’re a smart girl.”
I nod. “Mhm. I’ve put the pieces together. So, you’re guilty as charged?”
She winces. “That sounds horrible.” Now she’s shrugging. “Maybe.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “You are such a simp, you know that?”
She scoffs, leaving her jaw on the ground. “I’m not a simp!”
I laugh. “You are totally a simp.”
She laughs too, realization dawning on her face. “Oh my God. I’m a simp.” She’s looking around the place, probably thinking about all the times she’s been thirsty for attention from the opposite sex. “Amber, you have to come to the party.”
“I’m not going to,” I sing.
