Page 75 of The Lucky One
I slipped out of my work clothes and pulled the dress over my head. “I’m still trying to figure out my feelings for Paul myself... But I know what I feel for him isn’t the same as what I feel for Jon.”
Danielle cocked her head at me. “Can I give you my honest opinion?”
I sat down on the bed next to her. “You’ll give it no matter what.”
“I think you’re mistaking your feelings for Jon for love.”
I rolled my eyes. I was tired of this topic, tired of everyone being team Paul. “Oh yeah?”
“Stress hormones can feel like butterflies, you know? Just because Jon excites you doesn’t mean it’s love.”
My phone beeped, providing the perfect excuse to escape this conversation. Nothing anyone said would change my opinion of us.
Arschloch: I’m here
I had only seconds to convince Danielle to give Jon a fair shot. “Listen. I’m not confusing stress hormones with love. I love Jon, even when all we do is lie in bed doing boring homework. Please give him a chance tonight. I want my best friend and my boyfriend to get along.”
Danielle pouted. “Did you have to pull the best friend card?”
I smiled. “Is it working?”
She rolled her eyes and jumped up from the bed. “Fine, I’ll give him a chance. But only because you promised I could practice my men’s haircutting skills on him.”
“You want to give me a haircut?” Jon growled as Danielle pointed to a kitchen chair.
“You didn’t tell him?” Danielle complained.
Both of them glared at me as if I had made their worst nightmares come true.
I raised my palms in apology. “Jon, if I had told you Danielle wanted to cut your hair, I knew you would’ve found some excuse to run late.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jon said. Danielle shot daggers at him.
“Please? For me?” I gave Jon my best puppy-eyed look, and his face softened.
“Fine, but if she messes this up—”
“I won’t mess it up,” Danielle said frostily. Oh god, they might go at each other’s throats before our double date even got started.
But Jon smiled. “Good, I need a trim anyway.”
“Great.” Danielle gestured at the chair for Jon to sit. “Emily, can you get me a towel?”
“Sure.”
I headed for the bathroom. When I came back down the hall, the scissors were already snipping. “Just a reminder,” Danielle was saying. “I have the power to destroy your hair right now so you better be honest with me!”
I leaned against the wall and shamelessly listened in.
“Danielle,” Jon said in a controlled voice. “What is so hard to understand?”
“I know you. I was there for what you did to Kiki and countless other girls. I think I have a right not to trust you.”
“It’s good that you don’t.”
“Seriously?!”
“Ow! Stop pulling at my hair and let me finish.”