MiaMack tagged you in a comment.
They keep coming. I can't keep up.
They flood the top of my screen.
I tap on one.
@TheMittMateo who is she?
Is @TheMittMateo seeing someone?
Does @TheMittMateo finally have a girlfriend?
Time for damage control.
I don't give Kyler thechance to say hello.
"Delete it."
"Delete what?" he asks.
"The picture, Ky. The one of me and Jade."
"Dude."
"Fucking do it, now," I say, my tone tight.
"Okay, okay, geez," he says.
"Text it to me, though."
"Leila was right, you've got it fucking bad."
"Is it done?"
"Yeah, man. Are you guys…" He lets the question hang in the air.
I sigh and then hear a muffled laugh from Kyler's end.
"I told you, babe," Leila says. "Get cookin', good lookin'"
"Damn it, man," Kyler says. "Now I have to cook dinner bare ass for Leila."
I chuckle. "What?"
He sighs. "We made a bet. She said you guys were fucking, and I said you weren't, and you just handed her the fucking win."
"It's complicated."
"Uncomplicate it, Mateo," Leila says loud enough for me to hear. "We liked her. You like her. You're not an empty shell around her."
I'm still thinking about Leila's words as I gather the courage to call Jade. I have to tell her, right? Her wrath will be worse if I don't.
At that moment, she pulls into the driveway.
What is she doing here? It's not quite eight a.m., and only Mom and I are awake.
Coop is out of the car first, running toward the house. He stops in his tracks when he sees me.
