Chapter 8Danny: YES!! COME!
That was the fourth text in a row. Why the hell had he given Danny his cell number? Sure, Gabe was already gone, another poker game, so it wasn’t like Rory had to worry that Gabe would see the phone. But damn it all, Rory had said no, he wasn’t coming, and he’d damn well meant it.
Danny: COOOOMMMME
It’s not like Rory was faking anything. He’d said he wasn’t feeling well, and he really wasn’t. Although, he argued with himself, he wasn’t actually feeling ill. He was feeling sorry for himself, and that was almost the same.
Danny: I’m just going to keep texting until I c ur car =)
Rory huffed out loud. This was really mature. And it was exactly why a person shouldn’t get involved with a man who was so young. He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the lights
