Word has it opposites attract. Jessica Keith would like to raise two middle fingers to that idea.
A wild, no-apologies party girl, Jessica wants nothing to do with the likes of Matthew Parkinson - a buttoned-up, rule-following golden boy. They have...
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Jessica
I dabbed the last layer of concealer on Matthew's black eye. "I still think they're going to know."
"I doubt that."
I cast him a glare. "You're just being nice."
His lips curled. "I told you we don't need to hide this. It's not like I'm going to get grounded."
"Well, the least I can do is make it less obvious. Your mom wouldn't be happy to see his sweet sweet boy's sweet sweet boys getting bruised,"
He chuckles. "You know—now that I think about it—my mother does call me a sweet sweet boy. She also calls my face a sweet sweet face."
"I know. You'd be surprised how much your mom talks about your sweet sweet face."
He laughs softly. "Right."
I laughed along. "I can't believe you think I'm kidding."
He paused, brows adorably creased together. "Wait, you're not?"
I shake my head slowly. "Wo, you really have no idea, have you? Your dad is no different, too."
Matthew's smile slipped. "Wait, what?"
I bit back a laugh. "I'll take that as a yes."
He stares at him as if urging me to go on.
"Your dad always takes Andrei with him when he goes golfing with Nathan's dad, right? A few months ago, Andrei invited me because he gets bored out of his mind. So, he figured he needed a drinking buddy. And then—well the rest is history."
"But what does he say about me?" he asks, almost sounding like an impatient child.
I chuckled. "I don't remember."
He gives me a look.
"What? Andrei and I are drunk half the time." I cocked my head to one side and pretended that I was thinking. "No, I remember a few things."
His eyes rounded in alarm.
I laugh. "Don't worry. They were all good things about you. Trust me, they were funny and sweet."
Matthew's ears turned red.
"Wait," I paused and stared at his now beet-root red face, "are you... embarrassed?"
His face turned even redder. And I think it was the most adorable thing I have ever seen.
He shot me a deadpan look. "Am I right to assume that you know I was obsessed with SpongeBob when I was four?"
"Oh, really?" I gaped at him. "No, they didn't tell me about that."
"Wait, what?"
"Honestly, they didn't." I winked. "Good to know, though."
