Harassenger: Backseat Admirer ✔️

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

"You?" A chorus of sounds escaped the mouths of Holt and Della, Holt nearly tipping over his chair. Mick Conrad had more than told a little white lie. Mick had confessed to dating me, which, if you discount our rendevous yesterday, never happened. I fought the urge to tell the truth, deciding it was best to play the part of a girl with a secret love affair. If it would keep me away from anymore date setups, I'd lie my little butt off.

"And you? With...with...him?" Della repeated.

"Yes. We are deeply attracted to each other." Mick answered, tossing his arm casually around my shoulder, squeezing.

"Yepp." I smiled, barely showing my teeth.

"There's no way you two are dating. I would've known. Natt would have told me." Holt said, pressing the brim of his nose with his fingers as if he had developed a migraine.

"Holton, baby, I'm sure she doesn't tell you everything, especially a sex scandal. It would explain so much. It would explain why my own brother wouldn't be good enough for her, or any of the other men I've chosen. I'm actually relieved to know my taste in men isn't as awful as she claimed it was. I should've known." While Della praised herself, Holt still wasn't convinced.

"How long has this been going on?" My best friend asked.

Mick and I exchanged glances, but not long enough to seem suspicious.

'A couple days before your wedding. I met him at the grocery store in Salty Edge and we hit it off. He asked me on a date and I said yes, simple as that." I fibbed.

"She didn't say yes for a date at first, believe me. She's as stubborn as a mule and I never thought I'd get to date such an amazing, down-to-earth girl. But she couldn't resist my smile in the end." He nudged me.

"No, I couldn't resist free food." I corrected.

"And you never thought to mention this to me?" Holt felt betrayed, but it wasn't as if he told me he was dating miss prom queen here until a month later. He thought I would be judgemental, and I was, but that was because I liked him. Wait, did I say liked, as in past tense? I kept doing that lately. Maybe my crush was gone for good.

"Why else do you think I invited him to the wedding? I certainly didn't find him on the side of the road, Holton." I was getting too good at lying.

Holton stood up, towering over me as if I were nothing. I'd have to make a mental note to grab some mountain climbing equipment to face all of these tall human beings I was surrounded by.

"I'm still unconvinced." He said.

"Holton, sit back down. It's really easy to solve; it's not rocket science." It couldn't be rocket science if Della knew a solution.

"What?" Holton calmed down, pacing behind the lounge chair that Della sat on.

Della held up her finger for him to wait as she sipped on her umbrella drink. She smacked her lips together and spoke.

"It's easy. All they have to do is kiss. You can't fake a kiss, and you know that, babe. If they kiss like lovers, like it's their first and last kiss rolled into one, I'll know it's true. It's that simple."

"No, forget it, Della." Holt shook his head, grunting.

"Yeah, we kiss too much as it is, and if I start going, I might not stop. I wouldn't want to make you fumble off that chair of yours; your pretty nails might mess up." Mick said, dangling his own nails in a girly fashion.

"Disgusting." Holt muttered, rolling his eyes at Mick's recent comment about kissing me.

"Just do it already, Mick Conrad. Kiss the damn girl, Mick." Della slammed her hands on the seat, propping herself up in anticipation.