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𝟏𝟔... 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬
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"Does being Matt's fake girlfriend mean you always get shotgun privileges?" Chris grumbles from the backseat of the car, making Matt chuckle beside me.
"Yup. Get over it." I don't bother turning around to look at Chris, instead focusing on my phone as my thumbs fly over the screen.
"Everything okay?" Matt questions, noticing my lack of engagement.
"Yeah, just sibling stuff." When Matt stays quiet, I sigh, knowing he is silently inviting me to share further. "Cam got in a brutal fight last night at his hockey game and says he's fine, but I think he needs stitches. Kaya's car just broke down, but Cam is going to get her, and Vi is certain that the only possible way she's going to pass her freshman year is if I send her to boarding school in Switzerland."
"Why Switzerland?" Nick questions from the back seat.
I shrug, dropping my phone in my lap. "I don't know, I think some character in a show she's watching went to school there."
"Does Cam get in fights often?" Chris leans forward, resting his head on the side of my seat.
"Only on the ice. He's a classical golden boy the rest of the time, everyone loves him. But he's got a bit of an anger problem, and hockey is his outlet."
"Well, now you get to take a break from worrying and practice your acting skills." Matt eases the car into a parking spot before throwing me a cheeky smile.
"Only thing I'm worried about is how well you can keep up." I smirk at Matt before flipping down the sun visor to check my reflection in the mirror. I touch up my lipstick and run my fingers through my curled hair before snapping the visor closed and giving the three boys a bright smile. "Shall we?"
After Matt and I finished Oceans 11 yesterday, he let me flip through some of the comments on both of our social media accounts, keeping a watchful eye from over my shoulder. As we expected, there were mixed reviews. Some people didn't believe us, others did. Some had a lot to say about Matt, and others about me. The reactions were all across the board, but we made the first step. And now it's time for the second step. Fake dating in real life.
While I am sliding my lipstick and phone into my black clutch, Matt beats me to opening my door, extending his hand to help me out of the car. I raise my eyebrows at him in question, and he winks in response. "Wouldn't want you to fall in those heels so early in the night, Mrs. Smith."
I roll my eyes, but accept his hand, ignoring the way heat spreads up my arm from the contact. I carefully step out of the car, only wobbling slightly in my black stilettos before I find my balance.
