“Trust me, Mav, I’m far from it,” I said.
“I didn’t see you today.”
“Yes, you did. Do you not remember freaking out on me for no good reason?”
Maverick gritted his teeth. “There was a reason. We don’t have to talk about that right now though. I came to bring you something.”
“What?” I asked, feeling desperate for him to leave.
“Here, sweetie,” he said, handing me a bag.
I opened it and gasped again.
“I have no idea how lenses work,” he said. “Or what does what. So, I grabbed a few for you. Hopefully they work. If not, I can return or exchange them.”
“I can’t take these,” I said.
I tried to hand the bag back to Maverick, but he shook his head. “I broke your lens. I owe you a new one.”
“And you chose right now to do this?”
“We talked about this already. At dinner. Remember?”
“Oh, I remember dinner,” I said. “I remember it very well, Mav. How was your night? Did you take her home?”
“Is that really your business?”
“You know what? I’ll keep the lenses.”
“Good.”
“Now, you need to leave. Last thing I need is-”
I heard my door open behind me.
And now the worst-case scenario was about to play out.
“Well, hello there,” Zoe said.
“Look at this guy,” Eva said. “You’re a goalie? For real? You look like you could be a boxer or bodybuilder or something.”
I looked back at my soon-to-be former best friends.
“I was just dropping off a few lenses for Madison,” Maverick said with a smooth and sexy smile. “I broke one of her lenses. By accident.”
“It wasn’t by accident,” I blurted out.
“Then I guess I’m just a bad guy,” Maverick said.
“We like bad guys,” Eva said. “Zoe is a musician and loves them. I write horror novels and I root for the bad guys. And Madison can’t keep her legs closed when-”
“Time for you both to leave,” I announced. “Actually, I’d prefer if all three of you left.”
“Nope!” Eva called out. “Zoe and I will leave. You two have fun.”
Zoe hurried to get her guitar case.
She and Eva then managed to scurry away, both of them looking at me with wide eyes.