Page 83 of Pucking Matt
Dylan: (Screenshot of OoohBurnQueen comments)
Dylan: You have a mega fan spamming the account right now.
Matt: How the hell do you have access to the account?
Dylan: How do you think?
I roll my eyes. I won’t be surprised if he’s sleeping with the social media manager because she is a little hot.
Matt: Good for you man
I read through the comments that OoohBurnQueen has posted. She is spamming the account and specifically complimenting me. I’m not going to lie, I’m not one bit flattered. This could be anybody. Fuck, it could even be Dylan right now. I click on the profile to check out who this is, and the profile isempty of posts. Just another spam account amongst the millions of spam accounts. But I can’t help myself, so I reply to one of her comments.
Pearson31Matt: Changed my mind. That’s daddy to you
I close my apps as my eyes linger on the FaceTime app that’s still open. I think about Amber, wondering what she’s doing. When I’m done closing all my apps, a text comes through, and I read the sentence via the notification box on the top of the screen.
Amber: I still don’t appreciate you stealing my phone number
I smile.
Matt: Good night, Amber
She sends me the eye-roll emoji and I smirk. I send her the heart-eye emoji. She’s quick to send me the middle finger emoji.
How refreshing to know I can still push her buttons.
Amber
I force myself from the office chair and head for the shower. I feel like today has been a really good day in comparison to the last few weeks. I worked at the office this morning, and surprisingly, that went well. Mr. Robinson was in a good mood. I worked at the Grind Stone right after, and that was fun because of all the flirting, and then I ended the day with easy work and FaceTiming Matt. The common theme is that my day was consumed of Matt, and I kind of liked it. Maybe even want more days like today. I lather my hair with shampoo, relieved I can finally fall into bed after this.
I apply conditioner to my hair and then wash my body when I hear my phone notification from my open laptop in the other room. Immediately, my gut is swirling with thoughts of Matt, so I quickly finish in the shower and grab my towel. I race to my phone just to find it was a late notification coming through.
I plop onto my bed and sigh.
I haven’t been into anyone like this before. Tomorrow night can’t come fast enough.
Chapter 22
When I’m sitting in the middle of class, my ass starts vibrating. I grab my phone to see my mom is calling me. I open our text messages to tell her I can’t talk.
Matt: Hey mom. I’m in class
Mom: Sorry! I was calling to check in with you. How’s everything?
Matt: Good. How about you?
Mom: Busy with planning. Are you excited for this weekend?
I stare at my phone, trying to concentrate on what the professor is saying while trying to decode what my mom is trying to get at.
Matt: Yeah I’m happy for you mom
Mom: Okay. Sometimes I feel like I just jump into things and wanted your opinion
Matt: You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t jump into things
Mom: When you were like six years old, you used to call me a romancer
