When Perfect Meets Crazy novel Chapter 36

“Okay,” Ian sat up, “that wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Isabelle is hot.”

I rolled my eyes and moved to close the laptop. We just finished watching the first season of Shadow Hunters and of course ‘Isabelle is hot’ was the most important part for him. Cue my infamous eye roll.

“I see what you mean though,” he added a few beats later. “You and your sister are a bit like Alec and Isabelle but, you know, the watered down version.”

I bit my lip, considering his opinion.

“I see how I seem like an Alec but I think I’m more Isabelle than Alec. Not regular Isabelle though. Isabelle when she was trying to be responsible and uptight so their mom could get off Alec’s back.”

At his confused frown, I added, “You haven’t gotten there yet.”

“Oh.” He nodded and moved to help clear up our mess. “Why were you on me to watch it anyway? You kept making snarky comments about everything they did. Mocking them.”

I paused, pursing my lips contemplatively.

“I wasn’t mocking,” I replied, picking up what was left of the popcorn while he folded the afghan. “I wasn’t mocking. It was more like constructive criticism. I like the show. It’s like..., My way of showing affection.”

“Well, your way of showing affection involves lots of insults and backhanded jabs,” he informed.

I shrugged.

“Hang on a second.” He straightened up, eyeing me with a mischievous glint. “If that’s your way of show affection, am I to infer that you being abrasive to me is bec--”

“Nope.” I cut him off as soon I realized where he was heading. “No. Not even a little.”

“You just said--”

“I also just said no.” I turned my back to him, effectively ending the conversation while I pretended I had things to do on this side.

There was nothing to do.

“If you say so,” he chirped.

Asshole.

“Are we done here?” I asked, putting away my laptop.

It was phrased like a question but it was a dictate. I was telling to him it was time to leave.

“Why?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Hot date?” He pinned it on jokingly to ease the accusation as though he only just remembered he no longer needed to be suspicious of me, that we were past that stage.

I faced him, placing one hand on my hip.

“Why are you even still following me around? By now, you have to have figured out that I’m not going to blow your cover and that I’m not involved in your drug trafficking syndicate.”

“Maybe but I’m not the only one involved and you know more about it now than ever. I can’t just let you go.” He shrugged. “Anyway, it’s Townsend’s call, not mine. He’s not going to let you off just because you seem harmless.”

Something about the way he said it didn’t seem like the full truth but I didn’t have the time nor the inclination to pursue it.

“I’m not under arrest.” I rolled my eyes, dismissively walking to my closet.

Honestly, it’d be weird not having him around. I was used to his constant presence. He had grown on me. A lot more than I’d like to admit. It would be quiet without him and while I liked quiet, his company wasn’t such a bad trade-off.

“Party,” I divulged, pulling out a pair of barely ripped jeans that only ever see the light of day when my mom is away.

One could hardly see my thighs through them unlike the one Olly got which was as ripped as ripped jeans went. It showcased blocks of her thighs but her argument when we bought them was ‘go big or go home’ since it wouldn’t matter how ripped it was if our mom caught us in them. We’d be in big trouble anyways so according to her, we might as well embrace the wild side.

It was a sound argument but I would still much rather dip my feet in than dive in head first.

“Huh?”

“I’m going to a party,” I clarified. “You asked if I had a hot date.”

“Oh.” He blinked, silence descending.

I met his gaze through the mirror, then looked away. He dramatically heaved a sigh and threw himself onto the bed.

I ignored his cue.

He sighed again like he had been bored for over a century and splayed his limbs out across my bed.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, stifling the urge to giggle. “Want to come with?”

He grinned boyishly, eliciting another eye roll from yours truly.

“Don’t you have practice to be at or a drug network to unravel?”

“Things have been slow lately. It’s been quiet after the last time.” He gestured to his mostly healed left eye. “And I have only two matches around the corner and I’ve beat those guys before. Anyway, it’s Friday and my next match is next Friday. A full week away. I do whatever I want tonight.”

I glanced over my shoulder, taking in his outfit; a dark green plaid shirt worn over a blue t-shirt and jeans. It was an uninspired look but he wore it like a model.

“You can come.” I nodded my approval.

“I didn’t peg you for a party person,” he mused.

I didn’t bother dignifying it with a response. Because I was intimidatingly smart didn’t mean I couldn’t kick back. One doesn’t become a force to be reckoned in high school by simply being smart. I dressed well, partied and had quite the varied bunch of friends.

“I’m going to take a shower. You’re going as you are, right?”

He nodded.