Chapter Nine
Lauren
Me: Agreed.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket.
“I mean Lauren, you hate him. Help me understand this.” Maddie slides onto the coffee table so she can be smack dab in front of where I sit on the couch.
I cross my legs because it will be obvious if I cross my fingers as I lie to my two best friends for a man I really don’t like that much. I need to negate the negative repercussions. Even if it’s what a six-year-old would do.
“You know what they say,” I start. “There’s a thin line between love and hate. Happens to be that we swung fast to the other side of the spectrum.” I shrug.
Maddie just stares at me like I’m speaking Yiddish. She glances over her shoulder at Vanessa who’s smirking.
“I felt the connection,” she says.
What?
Somehow, I manage to school my rea
