“Why do you live to drive me crazy?” Luke asks, cringing when I flick his shoulder.
“I don’t live to drive you crazy!” I protest, crossing my arms over my chest. Luke wasn’t happy with my decision to meet with Brad. The problem is going to be finding someone willing to play Brad.
Ashley said she’d work on it, but I’m worried. The guy has to be perfect… well at least perfect enough to make Luke mad. I wonder if that’s on anyone’s résumé? Life Goal: Make Luke Green Mad.
“Brad’s here!” Ashley calls from downstairs. I jump, startled. How on earth is Brad here if there isn’t even a real Brad? And not only that, how did Ashley get a decoy so fast?
I walk down stairs, dreading what I might see. It could be anyone.
Logan, Ashley’s older brother is standing in the doorway, carrying a bouquet of pretty pink tulips.
“Brad!” I gasp. How did Ashley arrange this?
“Hey there,” Logan says, winking.
Luke laughs beside me, and I elbow him, hoping that he’ll shut up and let me enjoy my slight success in going through with my prank.
“Wanna head over to Truman’s?” Brad—er, Logan asks, offering me his arm.
Luke dies of laughter.
“Actually… Maybe we could head to the beach?” I ask, hoping to rub some salt in the wound I’m trying to create. Luke stops laughing. Salt rubbed.
“Shore. See what I did there?” Logan asks, belting out a high pitched laugh that should be illegal.
“Real charmer,” Luke mutters, winking.
I sigh, grumbling to myself about my great luck when it comes to men.
Luke kisses my cheek though, and sends Logan a small glare.
“Make sure she’s home by ten. Her dad’s really particular about that.”
Without another word, Logan is pulling me out the door, and Ashley is closing the door behind us.
“Why does my sister make me fake date her friends all the time?” Logan grumbles, twisting his key in the ignition of his ’07 Camaro.
“Oh gee, can’t you be somewhat flattered that she thought of you?” I ask. “Because trust me, when I was thinking of the perfect guy, you didn’t even come to mind.”
Logan looks about ready to blow a gasket so I stop talking, fixing my attention on the music he has softly playing through his car speakers. It’s some sad tragic love song, but the lyrics aren’t really sticking with me.
“At least you’re prettier than the last one,” He says sighing, but he doesn’t sound thrilled with that. He sounds like he’s completely indifferent.
I feel like I could cry. This was supposed to be a joke on Luke, not a joke on me, but that’s what it has turned into.
I set my head against the cool car window, hoping that Logan doesn’t notice the tears sliding down my cheeks like silent streams.
As Logan and I walk across the beach, hand in hand, watching for paparazzi, I can’t help but feel awkward. This isn’t right. I should go to the beach with someone who doesn’t make me feel utterly stupid, and someone who doesn’t make me cry just because he says something that hurts my feelings.
Logan squeezes my hand, hard, and I pull it away.
“Okay, I don’t even care if the paparazzi see us! We aren’t dating, I get it, my joke didn’t even work. This is more trouble than the stupid joke is even worth,” I shout, flinging my arms around in frustration.
“Glad to hear you say that,” Logan says. “Because I saw my ex back at the information desk and she didn’t even look jealous. You just aren’t my type. This was a stupid idea,” Logan complains.
I couldn’t agree more.
A plan fizzled away in less than forty minutes?
Yup that’s my luck.
I just can’t ever win.
A joke that was meant for Luke Green became a joke on me.
A/N Sorry that's it has been so long, and that this is so short. I've been sick all week, but I hope you understand.
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