“If I win, you’re to be at my beck and call for the semester. If I need a favor, you have to drop what you’re doing. Within reason, of course. If I want someone to go shopping with, you have to come. If I want a gym buddy or want to go get mani-pedis, you’re who I’m calling to come with me.” Creed didn’t hide his irritation. “You want a boyfriend.” WinningSubtleDescriptionJokeBoyfriendAgitationHahaBet Book:Find Me Source: Find Me
“She’s not my friend,” Creed corrected in a bored tone that drew everyone’s attention. He scooped up his bottle of water and without even bothering to look in Cassy’s direction he said, “As for my type, an easy lay over the summer isn’t either,” and then took a drink. Ethan whistled. “Ouch.” Cassy’s face molded into a scowl before she stormed away. Creed’s aquamarine’s eyes met mine. “That’s what it looks like when I don’t like someone.” “Noted,” DislikeMean GirlsOuchBurn TypeNoted Book:Find Me Source: Find Me