29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine
HATTIE
Tuesday 9:22 p.m.
All the single ladies
Savannah: How’s it going with the sexy detective, Hattie? Please tell us he’s good in bed.
Me:
Sarah: Tina had A LOT to say on this topic when I stopped by to visit.
Savannah: I’m so here for this. Spill the tea.
Sarah: I feel like the mom of the group when you use slang like that.
Brittney: Let’s go back to what Tina had to say.
Me: Don’t you all have better things to do than gossip about my sex life?
Rachel: Did you just confirm that you have a sex life for us to gossip about?
Savannah: I think she did.
Brittney: WHAT DID TINA SAY?
Sarah: oh, lol.
Sarah: Tina said she thought it was ridiculous how many guys Dylan had gathered around the house today while Hattie visited. Until, that is, she saw the way he was looking at our Hattie the whole time. Then it all made sense.
Sarah: She definitely thinks they’re banging, plus more.
Savannah: I knew it!
Brittney: Does Rhett know yet? Because Jackson saw you two at The Dock last week, and he isn’t buying the whole “it’s only for show to lure the stalker out” business.
Kelly: GIF of someone eating popcorn
Rachel: GIF asking anyone there
Cece: GIF of crickets chirping
Savannah: GIF of skeleton tapping fingers
Brittney: Titanic GIF of Rose saying it’s been 84 years
Savannah: I’ll get it out of her tomorrow at work.
Me: You guys are ridiculous. But fine. Yes, the sex is amazing. Beyond amazing. He is perfect. I’m hanging out with Ashley and Bella tomorrow night while Dylan hangs with Rhett and Jackson. He mentioned telling him then, so please keep this to yourselves.
Rachel: I’m shook. Totally didn’t think she’d tell us.
Savannah: Wait, why wasn’t I invited to hang out tomorrow night? Bitches.
Brittney: That’s your takeaway?
Savannah: Yup. I already knew they were banging.
Me: Talk to Ashley. She’s the one who invited us over.
Rachel: Another one bites the dust. Soon we’re going to have to change our thread’s name.
Savannah: I’m never settling down, so I’ll be the only single lady left.
Rachel. At this point, I might settle for being a crazy cat lady.
Me: Turning off my notifications and climbing into bed with my sexy detective. Good night, bitches.