Summer's Pov
My phone won't stop buzzing.
I'm in the back of the car with Mom, bags from the boutique piled around us, and my phone keeps vibrating against my thigh like it's possessed.
I pull it out and look at the screen.
Crew.
How the hell did he even get my number? And why is his contact already saved in my phone?
The calls keep coming. One after another. And then the texts start.
*Pick up the phone*
*Pick up the phone right now*
*SUMMER PICK UP*
*Pick up the f*****g phone*
I read them without responding, watching them stack up on my screen. I know he can see that I'm reading them. The little "read" receipt gives me away.
Good. Let him know I'm ignoring him on purpose.
"Is that a boy?"
I nearly drop my phone. Mom is leaning over, trying to see my screen, and I quickly co
