Page 93 of Fake it ’Til Fall

“Fine,” I mutter. “I’m drinking coffee.”

I take one sip.

It’s terrible.

I forgot the filter.

Of course I did.

I set the mug down and pick up my phone and text her. See, not calling her.

Forrest: Mark, my agent, talked to my mother.

I stare at the message.

Too ominous.

Too much like a family emergency.

I add:

Forrest: No one’s dead. Coffee is, though.

I send it.

The response comes almost immediately.

Daisy: I’m sorry, did you murder coffee?

Forrest: Accidentally.

Daisy: That’s what all coffee murderers say.

I almost smile.

Almost.

Then another text appears.

Daisy: I knew about your mother. The entire town knows. Thank you for this (loud sigh).

Forrest: At least my mother believes we’re together.

Daisy: Your mother and the entire town. We need to rearrange things. I should’ve added a rule eleven. Don’t open your big mouth.

Forrest: I told my agent.

Three dots.

Gone.

Three dots again.

Daisy: We’re fucked and not in a good way. There’s not even a happy ending to brag about. Fake dating you is currently rated zero out of five stars. Confusing plot, poor communication, no kissing, and somehow your mother is already a supporting character.

Chapter Twelve

Daisy