Hat Trick (Fake Boyfriend, #5)

by Eden Finley

Ollie leans in and mutters under his breath. “If you think you’re getting away with that boy band knowledge scot-free, you’re mistaken.” So close.

My gaze lands on Jet, and I notice he’s as overjoyed about it as I am. Maybe the answer to my burning question for him lies in his downcast eyes and the small pout of his lips. He might’ve fallen in love with someone else, but I know that look. I’ve worn that look before. Jet’s not here because of nodes. He’s here because he’s heartbroken.

All the love in the air is making me choke. I can deep throat like a champ, but love and romance? That I gag on.

Not being able to be with the person you love is not romantic. It’s painful.

Caleb Sorensen caring about me is the last thing I need right now because the stupid kid with love hearts in his eyes is fighting to make an appearance again.

Under your spell, Living in hell, You say I’m perfect, Too good to be someone’s reject, But that’s what you did when you walked away, You left me to find myself Something niggles at me. Whether it’s the way he’s singing it or that we both relate to it, I don’t know. It’s like he’s singing it to me. About me. Then he finally raises his head and holds my gaze just as he sings a telling line. You said I was perfect … Perfect for someone else.

“Yeah, well, anyone with eyes would be able to tell that I’m in love with you now, you … you … I’ll use language your Canadian ass will understand, you big, dumb hoser!”

“Because you’ve always held a piece of my heart, but I’m giving all of it to you right now. I love you, Jet.”