Not So Nice Guy

by R.S. Grey

For 1300 days, I’ve been best friends with Ian Fletcher, and for 1300 days, I’ve convinced myself I’m not in love with him. I just really, really like pennies.

-Oh, and there was the Halloween party last year when she dressed up like Hermione and I tried to kiss her and she laughed in my face…and then puked on my shoes.

Are there people walking around this planet who don’t like chocolate?

He nods, taking in my information with a big smile. This guy really thinks he’s going to get Sam—my Sam.

“Listen, if you’ve heard I’ve been propagating rumors that we’re a couple, I haven’t! I mean, that’s…yeah…” Her cheeks are the same color as the cherry red lipstick in her bag. Her fair skin means her emotions bloom right on the surface, and usually, I like it. Right now, I love it. “Obviously…I haven’t been doing that.” Right—I have.

I’m a guy who’s in love with his best friend, a woman who seems to eat her cake but also keep it in a hermetically sealed cryopreservation tank for all eternity.

“Everyone at school wants you,” she whispers, eyes wide. “You’re mine and you don’t even know it. I’ve never told you.”

“Why do you think I ordered those rings, Hot Lips?” He smirks. “We’re going to have to get married.”