Page 39 of Meet Fake


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My laughter grows louder at his ridiculousness.

“Stop,” I beg between cackles.

“Why? You’re laughing. You must love it.”

He looks for a small mirror and catches his reflection. His eyes widen before he joins me in laughing.

“Why would they even sell this? I look like a possessed chick. This isn’t cute.” He takes it off, staring at it offensively.

“I know.” My laugh won’t give up, and I squeeze my legs together. Peeing on myself would not be good. Not one bit. The more I try to stop, the more I laugh.

“Oh, my goodness. Be right back.” I race away, leaving the cart, and head to the bathroom. I barely make it in time.

Once I’m done and have taken a few deep breaths between random giggles whenever I remember how Tristan looked in that hat, I return to find him in the same spot. A huge grin covers his face, and heat prickles mine.

“You made it?” His eyes twinkle as he mocks me.

“Shut up. We will never talk about this again, and yes, I made it.” I look away, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me. My face burns with embarrassment, but it would be worse if I had peed on myself.

“We’re still in the kids’ section in case you need a diaper,” he teases.

I glare at him and slap his shoulder. “Not funny. I made it with a second to spare. Okay, half a second, whatever.” I roll my eyes.

He quietly laughs as he pushes the cart while mortification continues to roll off me in waves.

“Hey, Tristan.” We stop when a young woman smiles at him.

“Hey,” he smiles widely. “How are you?”

“Good, shopping for the week.” Her face scrunches up.

She’s pretty, with long brown hair. I wonder if they dated. I know about Tristan’s family life, but that’s it. For all I know, he left a trail of broken hearts when he went to Europe.

I wouldn’t be one bit surprised if he had a Tristan cheer team in love with him.

“Same.” He nods.

The woman looks at me, her brows deepening.

“Did you want to pass?” She moves her cart out of the way.

I shake my head, but Tristan responds before I can.

“Oh, sorry. Hope, this is Sage. Sage, this is Hope, Lex’s best friend.”

“Hi,” I wave with a smile.

“Oooohhhh.” She nods slowly. “Hey, hi. Nice to meet you.” She leans toward Tristan. “Is she like a girlfriend?” It’s meant to be a whisper, but she’d have to communicate mentally for me not to hear it since I’m standing right here.

I cough on a laugh, and Hope looks at me wide-eyed.

“Yeah, Sage and I are dating.” Tristan is the image of cool confidence. I could use some of that in my life.

“That’s wonderful.” She claps her hands. That’s when I notice a diamond ring on her finger.

“What’s wonderful, babe?” A man walks up to us, affectionately wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Hey.” He smirks at Tristan, then his eyes land on me.

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