Page 100 of You Again

Me: No more scheming. My scheming got me into this mess.

Callum: In your defense, you weren’t scheming. Not really. We all understand that. I’m sure with some time and thought, Rosalie will, too. You just wanted to be with her.

Lucca: I could send her an invitation to a Red Tails’ exclusive dinner party. The exclusive part would be that it’s only you showing up.

Roman: You think she’d come to anything with the Red Tail’s name on it?

Me: We aren’t doing that. No.

Lucca: She would if I’m the one sending the invitation.

Me: Can anyone hear me?

Callum: Lucca. He said no.

Lucca: Am I the only one who’s going to be helpful around here? If you think getting Maggie to realize she was madly in love with me was a walk in the park, you are wrong. I know how to handle this.

Me: No one is…

I start my text, but I don’t get to finish. I don’t hit send. A lecture to Lucca will have to wait as there is someone pounding on my front door. Lucca?

I spy through the peephole to see⁠—

Rosalie.

At my door.

I stand there, staring, not hardly believing… and not opening the door.

I delete my half-written text and start a new one.

Me: Guys. She’s here. Knocking on my door.

Lucca: See how fast I work?

Roman: Liar.

Me: I’m serious. What do I do?

Callum: Is she inside your apartment yet? You said she was knocking.

Me: She is knocking.

I type as there’s another loud tap on the door.

Callum: I suggest you let her in.

Roman: Ditto.

Lucca: Do you need me to come over?

Me: NO. Stay put. Or that soccer ball is going to make it clean through your wall next time.

One more knock. One that’s a little less aggressive. One that says she’s about to give up, so I toss my phone to the couch cushion and fling open the door.

“Hey!” I say, louder than intended.

Her face is red and her fist is up, ready to knock again. “You are here.”