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Huh.
Well, that’s easy.
I do a little mental math in my head, and yep. I absolutely have enough to afford a nice diamond. Sure, it’ll eat up the rest of my inheritance from Pops, but buying Evie a ring is a worthy investment.
“No.” Mike turns to face me head on, raising his finger to my face. “No.”
Did I say something out loud?
“No…what?”
“You are not going to propose marriage.” He shakes his head. “Christ, she’s not even eighteen. Besides, Papou will murder you.”
It’s not actually Papou I’m afraid of so much as the gun YiaYia likes to remind me is hiding in their upstairs bedroom.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”
Mike glares at me with a look of disbelief. “Yes, I do. And the answer is still no.”
“I hate to break it you, but it’s not actually your permission I need.”
“Yes.” Mike wears a kind of creepy, evil smile. “It is.”
“Down boy.” Evie steps between us and nudges Mike back a few steps. “What are you two at each other’s throats over now?”
Panic freezes me in place, and my gaze darts to Mike for backup. If Evie overheard any of our conversation, I’m so screwed.
“Uh…” Mike fumbles for words, but stares back at me with an expression that mirrors my own fear. “Nothing. Just talking about how stupid this whole scheme is, considering Alex isn’t even dating Ashley and will probably drop her like a high pass right after Prom.”
Nice save, Mitchell.
I’m even going to let go of the fact it was obviously a subtle dig at my passing abilities. Especially since it’s a great opener to finding out what Evie really thinks about this ordeal.
She tilts her head from side to side, weighing Mike’s opinion. “I agree, but at the same time…I don’t. At least he isn’t treating her like a flavor, you know? I mean, if he had asked her without any fanfare at all, considering the other Promposals popping up all over school like a case of measles, how would Ashley have felt then?”
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly why I have no clue what to do.
Only my girlfriend could endorse an overly elaborate Promposal in the same breath as comparing the social phenomenon to a contagious disease.
Frustration simmers under the surface of my skin, a constant rise in pressure that demands a final, explosive outlet.
I throw my arms up in the air. “Which is it? You hated it or loved it?”
Mike and Evie gape at me with wide eyes, both taking a step back.
My chest heaves with the force of cracking under this immense stress.
“Better check your app, Falls.” Evie shakes her head, then pats my chest from a safe distance. “I think you’re PMSing.”
With that, she walks away, leaving only the sound of Mike’s laughter ringing in my ears.
