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Why is he doing this?
Between the compliment he gave me today, the concern he showed, and now this…I could not be more confused. What is he getting at? Is he trying to get on my good side to get me out of this PR relationship he so desperately doesn’t want to be in? In any case, I need to have my defenses up, because I don’t trust what’s going on.
And after the way the back of my neck heated up from the picture he sent, I don’t trust myself to not react stupidly either.
Maple:Not needed, I have my own stash of photos that keep me very occupied.
Graydon:Same…
Ugh, gross.
I exit the text thread and then go back to Instagram. I click on the side-profile picture where he’s squatting down and choose that one as the picture to post. I make a caption that says, “Find someone who looks at you the way Graydon looks at flamingos,” and then I post the picture.
There, done.
I set my phone down once again, only for it to ping.
Knowing exactly who it is, I think about not looking, but curiosity wins.
Graydon:Surprised you didn’t put “The way Graydon looks at me” in the caption.
What is happening?
What has gotten into him?
Maple:Well, then, that would require a picture of you snarling.
Graydon:Clearly, you haven’t seen me look at you enough.
My breath catches in my throat as I stare down at his text because…is he drunk? That’s a very unlikely comment coming from him. Is he…is he flirting?
No, he can’t be flirting.
There’s no way.
Ping.
Graydon:Because it’s not a snarl, it’s a grunt of displeasure.
My face falls flat, and I toss my phone on the ground.
Ass.
CHAPTER 13
GRAYDON
OC:You know, I’ve been doing some thinking, and this might be a bit early, but I think we have a good vibe going and thought we should consider a name for our group chat.
I stare dowN AT thedipshit’s text, wondering what kind of glitter bomb crawled up his ass. Does he have to be so…upbeat all the time?
Graydon:No.
OC:I knew you were going to say that, but just hang on a second. When I was with the Agitators, we had a group chat, and we called ourselves the Frozen Fellas. And whenever we called in on the Frozen Fellas, we all appeared and helped each other out, kind of like Ted Lasso and the Diamond Dogs.
Graydon:The difference is they probably liked you.
OC:Are you saying you don’t like me?
