brattily replied, snarling at Amanda’s choice of wording. “And Noah is far from adorable. He’s a fucking asshole!”
“Fair enough,” Amanda replied, an amused smirk on her lips. “So what exactly led you to that grand conclusion?”
“He cheated on her,” Taylor flatly explained as they reached her car, causing Riley to narrow her eyes once again. “Using that hookup app. You know, the one that Megan used that one night we went downtown?”
“Oh, God,” Amanda groaned out, patting Riley reassuredly on the shoulder. “He really is an asshole.”
“He is,” Riley agreed with a nod, angrily flinging open the door to the backseat. “But if a supposedly good boy like Noah turned out to be a serial cheater, then what the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“Boys will be boys,” Amanda said with a laugh. “But they get better with age, don’t worry.”
“Well, I can’t wait to be old like you two, then,” Riley dramatically sighed out, prompting Amanda to wrinkle her nose in distaste.
“We’re not that old...”
“And who am I supposed to take to your stupid wedding?” Riley suddenly grunted out at her sister as she climbed in and slammed the door shut. “You’re so selfish, you know that? Why would you plan your wedding for when I’m lonely and single?”
“Yes, I was desperately hoping that your little shit of an ex-boyfriend would cheat on you and leave you single on the exact date that I’ve had picked out since last September,” Taylor replied dryly. “I am indeed terribly selfish.”
“You really are,” Riley muttered under her breath.
“Why don’t you pick someone up using that app?” Taylor sarcastically suggested in a sickly sweet voice.
“Do you want to have bruises on your wedding day?” Riley seethed back as Amanda blocked her fist from reaching Taylor’s face.
“Whoa there,” Amanda said with a laugh. “You definitely aren’t a hamster, I’ll give you that.”
“No need to take your anger out on me,” Taylor huffily remarked as she started the engine. “Besides, you can just come with Max,” she added, exchanging a knowing look with Amanda as she did.
“What the fuck was that?” Riley demanded as she peered at the two of them suspiciously.
“What was what?” Amanda innocently asked.
Riley shot a ferocious glare in their direction, slumping further in her seat as she did.
“Cheer up, buttercup,” Amanda teased as she shot the grumpy girl another smile. “How about we take you out for a drink? A couple of margaritas should help you take your mind off of it for at least a few hours.”
“I can’t,” Riley drawled out in response. “I don’t have time to join in on your elderly fun. I happen to have a party to attend.”
“Dressed as a bag lady?” Taylor asked with a sniff, glancing over her shoulder to observe Riley’s disheveled getup of an oversized cardigan and tattered jeans in disdain.
“Boys happen to like the ‘boho chic’ look, thank you very much,” Riley petulantly replied before pursing her lips in annoyance.
“Are you high?” Taylor asked, letting out a laugh. “You look like an Olsen twin.”
“More fashionable than you, then?” Riley snippily retorted.
“Riley, whatever gave you the idea that boys like the whole ‘I’m-drowning-in-knitwear-and-secondhand-clothing’ look?” Amanda questioned as she leaned over and playfully poked at Riley’s chunky sweater. “I’m pretty sure that you’ve succeeded in packing every single article of clothing that they hate into one outfit.”
“Max told me so,” Riley snapped back, jerking her arm away in annoyance. “And he knows a lot more about what guys like than you two!”
“He did, huh?” Amanda asked with an amused smile on her face as Taylor let out a snort of laughter.
“What!” Riley demanded angrily.
“Why in the world would he tell you that?”
“So that I can make myself more attractive to other boys,” Riley explained as she let out an
“Fair enough,” Amanda replied, an amused smirk on her lips. “So what exactly led you to that grand conclusion?”
“He cheated on her,” Taylor flatly explained as they reached her car, causing Riley to narrow her eyes once again. “Using that hookup app. You know, the one that Megan used that one night we went downtown?”
“Oh, God,” Amanda groaned out, patting Riley reassuredly on the shoulder. “He really is an asshole.”
“He is,” Riley agreed with a nod, angrily flinging open the door to the backseat. “But if a supposedly good boy like Noah turned out to be a serial cheater, then what the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“Boys will be boys,” Amanda said with a laugh. “But they get better with age, don’t worry.”
“Well, I can’t wait to be old like you two, then,” Riley dramatically sighed out, prompting Amanda to wrinkle her nose in distaste.
“We’re not that old...”
“And who am I supposed to take to your stupid wedding?” Riley suddenly grunted out at her sister as she climbed in and slammed the door shut. “You’re so selfish, you know that? Why would you plan your wedding for when I’m lonely and single?”
“Yes, I was desperately hoping that your little shit of an ex-boyfriend would cheat on you and leave you single on the exact date that I’ve had picked out since last September,” Taylor replied dryly. “I am indeed terribly selfish.”
“You really are,” Riley muttered under her breath.
“Why don’t you pick someone up using that app?” Taylor sarcastically suggested in a sickly sweet voice.
“Do you want to have bruises on your wedding day?” Riley seethed back as Amanda blocked her fist from reaching Taylor’s face.
“Whoa there,” Amanda said with a laugh. “You definitely aren’t a hamster, I’ll give you that.”
“No need to take your anger out on me,” Taylor huffily remarked as she started the engine. “Besides, you can just come with Max,” she added, exchanging a knowing look with Amanda as she did.
“What the fuck was that?” Riley demanded as she peered at the two of them suspiciously.
“What was what?” Amanda innocently asked.
Riley shot a ferocious glare in their direction, slumping further in her seat as she did.
“Cheer up, buttercup,” Amanda teased as she shot the grumpy girl another smile. “How about we take you out for a drink? A couple of margaritas should help you take your mind off of it for at least a few hours.”
“I can’t,” Riley drawled out in response. “I don’t have time to join in on your elderly fun. I happen to have a party to attend.”
“Dressed as a bag lady?” Taylor asked with a sniff, glancing over her shoulder to observe Riley’s disheveled getup of an oversized cardigan and tattered jeans in disdain.
“Boys happen to like the ‘boho chic’ look, thank you very much,” Riley petulantly replied before pursing her lips in annoyance.
“Are you high?” Taylor asked, letting out a laugh. “You look like an Olsen twin.”
“More fashionable than you, then?” Riley snippily retorted.
“Riley, whatever gave you the idea that boys like the whole ‘I’m-drowning-in-knitwear-and-secondhand-clothing’ look?” Amanda questioned as she leaned over and playfully poked at Riley’s chunky sweater. “I’m pretty sure that you’ve succeeded in packing every single article of clothing that they hate into one outfit.”
“Max told me so,” Riley snapped back, jerking her arm away in annoyance. “And he knows a lot more about what guys like than you two!”
“He did, huh?” Amanda asked with an amused smile on her face as Taylor let out a snort of laughter.
“What!” Riley demanded angrily.
“Why in the world would he tell you that?”
“So that I can make myself more attractive to other boys,” Riley explained as she let out an
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