Don’t Tell Our Parents
"He saw the way you picked my game over his rehearsal. Trust me, his pride is definitely hurt. That's step one."
"Step one is supposed to make him want me, not make him think I'm an unreliable flake," I snapped back, rubbing my temple where a tiny headache was already starting to form.
"Relax," Lael said smoothly, grabbing my wrist with just enough firmness to pull me back to his side as a group of students walked past us. He immediately plastered that fake, perfect-boyfriend smile onto his face, nodding at them before dropping his voice back to a whisper. "You wanted to make him jealous, right? Well, it's working."