Mission: Get Rid of Peyton's Crush on Archer
Plan A - Desensitize Yourself
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I meant to only text Irene. Instead, I accidentally end up forwarding my message to group chat between my friends from Chicago and I.
Peyton: Hey, I think I might have a crush on Archer.
(Jake is online)
(Andrew is online)
Peyton: THAT WAS MELODY TEXTING FROM MY PHONE.
Jake: omg
Andrew: OMG
Andrew: Our Peyton???? A crush???? On Archer????
Andrew: THE Archer?????
Jake: that's adorable
Peyton: Shut up.
Peyton: Where did Irene go?
Andrew: DUDE
Andrew: when you guys get maried, we can visit Peyton and Archer both at the same time
Even though I'm alone in my bedroom, I slouch further down in my pillows so nobody can read my texts. Jake and Andrew continue to talk about my future plans with Archer. This is humiliating. But I stay online in hopes that Irene will pop up soon.
Andrew: do you think Archer will make us his best men?
Jake: he'll have like twenty best men at that rate.
Andrew: true. maybe we can be peyton's maids of honor?
Peyton: I'M GOING TO BE A SINGLE CAT LADY UNTIL I DIE.
(Irene is online)
"Peyton!" Melody calls from downstairs. "Archer says he's coming to pick us in five minutes."
"I don't care!" I yell back, hating how my pulse picks up just at the mention of his name. I pull my backpack closer to me and hug it.
"Okay!"
Irene: you fools. i'm Peyton's maid of honor. or favorite cat lady friend.
Andrew: Peyton has a crush on Archer.
Irene: omg. that's wonderful.
Peyton: No it is not! I don't want to have a crush on Archer!
Irene: why not? out of all the guys you could have a crush on, he's the best choice.
Andrew: If I was a homosexual, I'd date him myself.
Jake: i think you two would look good together
Before I can stop myself, an image of Archer and I holding hands on the beach flashes in my eyes. He's smiling. I'm smiling. How would it feel to be his real-life girlfriend? Amazing. My entire body flushes with the possibility.
I shove the image in a corner.
It's time to get down to what I wanted to talk about in the first place.
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Rules of a Rebel
Romance" He kisses my wrist, at the spot where the bruises formed. My heart goes into overdrive, sending hot chills all over my body. I stumble in my tracks, gawking, open-mouthed. 'Something wrong?' Archer asks, a hint of a smirk nudging his lips. I sh...
