“Nice to see you too, Jackson.” Weston grins, totally unfazed by the look on Jackson’s face.
Jackson turns to me now, clenching his jaw. “I thought you said you were bringing your boyfriend.”
“I did. Weston is my boyfriend.” I say, matter-of-factly, reaching for my chair to sit down. But Weston stops me, and at the perfect moment, pulls the chair out for me. Weston just did something chivalrous on his own. Shocking.
I sit down, trying not to look surprised. “So what’s good here?”
“This has to be some sort of joke.” Jackson completely ignores my question, curling his hand into a fist. “Addelyn, this has to be some sort of joke.”
I wish. “No joke.” I tell him, seriously.
The look on his face is quite hilarious. A mix between anger, surprise, and constipation. I probably would’ve laughed, if I weren’t so nervous. What if Jackson doesn’t believe it? He knows I talk about Weston all the time, and not in a good way. Or what if Jackson hates me for bringing him? I know the two of them have history, and maybe he’ll think I did this to ruin his date… which is true, but he still doesn’t need to know it!
“I think it’s kind of cute.” Kristina says suddenly, capturing the attention of all of us. “Some of the strongest relationships are based on hatred.”
Yep, she’s an idiot.
And isn’t she supposed to be mad? I mean, I brought her ex to dinner! It’s not ‘cute’, it’s infuriating. Either she’s got an amazing poker face, or she really just doesn’t like Weston anymore. And if it’s the latter, this entire plan is screwed.
Jackson still stares in awe. “But-but, you just whacked Weston’s lemons off a few days ago. And now you’re telling me you’re a couple?”
“That ‘incident’ was just a little love tap.” I explain.
Weston grins at me. “Yeah, sometimes my Addie-bear loses control with those massive man hands of hers.”
MAN HANDS?!
“Ohmigosh, Jackson, they have pet names!” Kristina coos. “Why don’t we have pet names like that?”
“Because darling, I’d like to keep my dignity.” Jackson says, whipping his eyes over to Weston for a second.
Before Weston can retort, the waiter appears at our table. “Are we ready to order?” He says, in a thick Italian accent.
I haven’t even looked at the menu, and apparently, no one else has either, since Kristina sent the waiter away. I open the menu, completely lost. It’s in Italian. I can make out the words ‘Lasagna’ and ‘Spaghetti’, but nothing further. I decide to go with Lasagna. Peering over, I see that Jackson and Kristina are just as confused. Weston though, has set his menu down, patiently waiting for the rest of us to make our decision.
“You having a little trouble there, Jackson?” There’s a mischievous sparkle in Weston’s eyes, and I can tell he’s up to something.
Jackson looks up. “No, just trying to decide.”
Weston shakes his head, but a smile tugs at his lips. He’s not done.
“What do you think I should get, sweetheart?” Kristina looks at Jackson. He doesn’t say anything, but continues staring at the menu. He has no idea.
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Strictly Business
Teen Fiction"It's so simple," I say. "All we have to do is pretend we're in love with each other. You know, hold hands, share Eskimo kisses and all that crap. And at the same time, we'll destroy Jackson and Kristina's relationship. Make them think that thei...
