Chapter 19: Pop Bottles, not feelings
Craig’s POV
I sat back in the Limo, anxiously watching the front doors. Keith was busy texting. Adriana was scrolling through Instagram like we weren’t even there.
It felt like I was the only one actually waiting. So of course I was the first to see Phoebe and Megan strutting over, heels tapping like it was their personal runway.
Phoebe slid into the seat beside Keith with a quick breath. "Sorry! We took forever, I know."
"You look fire, babe," Keith grinned, kissing her cheek. "Megan, you’re killing it too."
Megan smirked. "Thanks."
I leaned forward. "So... can we go now?" Mostly just trying to figure out if Merlina was actually coming.
They both nodded, but Phoebe hesitated just a second too long. That’s when I knew.
Keith caught it too. "Where’s Mystery Girl? Don’t tell me Merlina bailed?"
Phoebe didn’t answer.
Megan read a message on her phone and looked up. "She’s coming," she said, "But she’s got a different ride."