World's Worst Boyfriend: A Romantic Comedy Adventure (Fake It Book 3) by Carina Taylor (books to get back into reading .TXT) 📕

“I guess so. I thought you guys were going to tackle each other there for a minute. I wasn’t sure if it was because you wanted to kill each other or jump each other’s bones.”

I smirked at that. “Well, I’ll tell you which one I felt like doing, and then you can be sure she felt the other one.”

Milo chuckled. “So what happened between the last time we saw you and when you broke up?”

Shaking my head, I glanced across the yard where Saidy stood next to Andrea and the other man who had been standing here earlier. My heart dipped, imagining her talking to that guy. Flirting with him. Falling in love with him. Okay, so I was spiraling a little fast, but that was exactly what had happened with us in the beginning. I didn’t like watching her with another man; didn’t want her to have the same opportunity to do the same thing with this dude.

“Oh, hey, is that your mom who just walked in?” I pointed over my shoulder to where Milo’s mother had indeed walked in, along with Andrea’s mom.

“We’d better go say hi or I’ll be in trouble,” Milo muttered. “Andrea!”

Andrea looked up from her conversation with Saidy and gave him a wave when she saw their mothers converging on them.

“I’ll be right there,” she called as she motioned for the man to follow her. I didn’t know who he was, but I felt utter relief when he walked away with Andrea.

I tipped my bottle toward Saidy in acknowledgement. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her fingers against her elbow.

She glared. I smirked.

And that was when I realized something.

She’d nominated me for World’s Worst Boyfriend. Which meant she was angry. And while an angry Saidy was terrifying, it also meant she still felt something toward me. Maybe I could channel that anger into wanting to fix our relationship instead of demeaning it.

I loved Saidy. I would never do anything to hurt her. But maybe I hadn’t done enough. Maybe I hadn’t given her enough reasons to feel passionate toward me.

Maybe it was time I finally fought for her in the way she deserved.

Chapter Thirteen

Saidy

After work later that week, Zoe convinced me to go get dinner with her and a friend.

They were meeting at a popular restaurant and bar with a dance floor. I’d agreed.

And I regretted it. The Fletcher bashing had started the minute I sat down. While I knew he was no hero, I also didn’t think he deserved to be shredded the way Zoe was going after him.

The hurt in his eyes a couple of days before at Milo and Andrea’s party pained me. I knew I shouldn’t have entered him into the stupid contest. It was petty. And I didn’t like to be petty. I should have ended our relationship on a classy note.

Instead, I was sitting here listening to my friend tell me all the ways my boyfriend sucked.

It felt gross.

She hadn’t even bothered to introduce me to her friend. A girl sitting there fairly aloof, scanning the dance floor like she was measuring the options.

“Hi, I’m Saidy, by the way,” I cut off Zoe’s tirade and reached across the table to shake her hand. She smiled, extending her hands at the same moment. We had an awkward laugh as I reached for the hand closest to me.

“I’m Bee.”

“So great to meet you. But I feel like I’ve maybe met you before. You seem familiar somehow.”

“I know who you are,” she said with a little smile.

Zoe butted in, “You know that podcast I got you hooked on? Well, this is Bee!”

Bee. Bee Best podcast. The podcast I’d just been defending to Fletcher that weekend. My stomach dropped as I realized what that could mean.

They knew. Zoe and Bee both knew what a petty queen I was.

“You entered him into that contest and didn’t even tell me!” Zoe pushed. “I had to find out from Bee who the winner was.”

So much for the one-hundred-percent confidentiality they’d promised. Fletcher calling it a dumb podcast might not be completely off the mark if they couldn’t keep their confidentiality clause.

I gave Bee a tight smile as I leaned back in my chair. “Yes, not my finest moment.”

“I know.” Both Bee and Zoe nodded in agreement. “Next time you need to listen to me and break up with him sooner.”

That wasn’t what I’d been referring to.

“No more cheating, loser boyfriends!” Zoe cheered loudly. I contemplated hiding under the table, as several heads swung our way.

It wasn’t until I watched Zoe chug her drink that her words sank in.

“Wait, Fletcher was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a cheater. What did you mean by that?”

Zoe shrugged. “One day I saw him driving with another woman in his car. And I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you to be hurt.”

“And when was this?”

“Just last week.”

I slowly relaxed. “Well, we were already broken up by then. Besides, having someone ride in the car with you doesn’t mean he was doing anything.”

Bee made a sympathetic sound, “Oh, honey, you’re in straight-up denial right now.”

I glared at her thinking she was going to lose at least one listener’s support before the night was through. “Where did you see him?”

“He was practically in her seat.” Zoe paused for dramatic affect. “And he was making out with her. In his car. So much tongue.”

“Wait, I thought you said he was driving?”

She waved a hand through the air. “It was the way he was looking at her. Disgusting. We didn’t want to tell you…”

I could tell that she did want to tell me. But whether Fletcher had been kissing another woman or not shouldn’t have mattered to me anymore. But for some reason it did.

“What was it he got you for your birthday this year?” She pretended to think about it.

I rolled my eyes. “He gave me socks.”

“Socks!” she cried out. “That man is not worth your