Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica
I wasn't wrong.
The shoebox didn't have a pair of shoes in them, but a bottle of tequila.
I can tell Matthew is completely amazed by it. Clearly, this is the first time she's seen anyone do something this fun. Which makes me grin even wider.
I opened the bottle and handed him the shot glass before I could think it through. I didn't even know if he was willing to partake in this. "It's okay if you don't want to join me."
"No. I'm exploring," he simply says.
I arched a brow.
"I want to know it this could be something fun for me too."
I smiled broadly. "You had me at fun."
Matthew observed with keen interest as I poured myself a shot of tequila and downed it with ease.
"You've done this a lot," he murmured.
"Trust me. It's not that impressive anymore when you're the staggering kind of drunk."
He chuckled.
I look up to the array of coats behind him. "We need another shot glass."
"It's okay," he says unhesitatingly then added, "that if you don't mind sharing."
I poured another shot and offered it to him. "I don't mind at all. I don't get to share anything with anyone growing up."
He took the shot glass and mimicked me, although he looked like he could've spit it out. "I was expecting that, but I was still surprised." He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, still wincing.
I hold back a laugh. Because he suddenly look like an adorable kid.
"So, what can you tell me about this jerk Alistair?" He sits back in his donut seat, hands tuck like a therapist.
This time, I didn't hold back a laugh. I drank another shot and placed the bottle carefully between us. "Aside from him being a jerk?"
He nods.
"Well, he thinks we're some kind of a childhood sweetheart."
His brows crinkled. "Really? How come?"
"I had to play with him because my mom wanted me to. Our parents were close and they figured we should be too. Which is unfair because I never got to play with the ones I really want. Because Alistair is a jerk ever since and all my to-be friends didn't like him." I snorted. "The little jerk hid it so well though. In our parents eyes he was this angel sent from heaven. Oh, and he's a snitch."
Matthew poured himself a shot of tequila, not breaking his concentration from me.
"He would snitch on me. Like all the damn time. Our parents think I'm always in some sort of mischief. Which I was, but not all the time."
