Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

60 | Chadpagne Problems

The title says it all.  A week full of chadpagne problems... 

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Chapter 60: Chadpagne Problems

I watched the announcer parade across stage in his bold electric blue suit with crisp lapels in a slightly retro flair. And I kept wondering, where did this man get his suit from?

I wish I'd seen styles like this when I was working at Lola Rae. Makes life a little more fun when there's more individuality. Everyone is so... neutral... these days.

Would Luke kill me if I bought a suit like that for his graduation?

Not for him obviously.

For me.

Probably. Definitely.

But he's seen me in a minnie mouse-esque polka dot shirt before and we ended up dating. Maybe it's my siren song.

As if Luke could sense I was daydreaming about him, I felt his presence next to me. He stood beside me, tall and strong, as he stared up at the same place I was looking. I wish I had his confidence.

The winners were taking photos on stage with their trophies.

Luke lowered his arm gently around my waist and I sunk into him, "You did good, Millie."

"You don't need to pretend to make me feel better."

"When have I ever done that?" he scoffed.

So annoying. I couldn't help but let a small smile creep over my frown. Memories of the one hundred times he's called me out for everything flashed into my mind.

If there's one thing Luke is, it's honest.

"Well then you were watching the wrong competition," I answered, "I sucked."

"You made a comeback."

"We got fourth place," I sighed, "So close to a trophy. By the way, I'm still mad at you. What you did to Jun was wrong."

"Is Jun the-"

"Yeah, he's the guy I was partnered up with," I replied angrily, "The guy getting all the answers right and trying to make it into the Ivy League. Have you heard of that league or is it just athletic leagues you care about?"

"Minnie firing shots," Luke smirked, sounding surprised, "I like it."

"I'm being serious. You kicked him off the stage."

"I was nowhere near the stage."

I gave him such a mean look that he paused and rephrased.

"He volunteered to leave," Luke said, "Come on Millie, you can't be mad at me for this. The guy's still getting into whatever school he wants. One math competition isn't changing his trajectory and, if it did, he would never have accepted the 5k offer. He's a grown man who weighed his options and took the better one. You guys have these competitions every couple month, it's not like it's the play-offs."

"The what?"

"I'm just saying, the guy's still going to a great school, you got the chance to shine and he got $5k. Sounds like a f*cking win all around to me."

"Why do you keeping bopping your perfect hair into my business like I can't handle it myself?"

"My perfect hair?"

"Your model mug."

"My smug face?"

"Yeah, but don't distract me. I know what you're trying to do."