Pervert Authors Group Chat

Me: Have I mentioned I hate you guys?

Gemma: He was the best lay you ever had, right?

Libby: Gem! This is Ava we're talking about. They're probably syncing calendars as we speak.

JoJo: And they're already setting up matching outfits.

Me: What are you guys talking about?

Gemma: There's nothing wrong with playing a bit of hide the sausage in your bread box.

Me: I'm not sleeping with him!

Libby: But you want to.

JoJo: But she won't until she's plotted out her next five years with the guy. She's gotta make it make sense!

Me: Am I that predictable?

Gemma: What day is today?

Me: Thursday.

Gemma: Thursday is sushi night. You've already ordered your combo of California Rolls and Avocado Rolls because you don't really eat sushi, but you like to think you do. You're a fake eater because I know you have a fork in front of you too. The Thursday night football game is on. You're wearing pink sweats and Zach's college football T-shirt, which should be burned, by the way.

Me: It's comfortable!

JoJo: It's old and you need to stop living in the past.

Me: There's nothing wrong with having a schedule. It's how I make sure everything gets done.

Gemma: Do you schedule fun too?

Me: Yes. It was my trip with you guys a few weeks ago.

Libby: Send me a selfie. Right now.

I narrow my eyes at the text thread and feel like a fool as I look down at myself wearing pink sweats and my ex-husband's college T-shirt. They're completely right. I do the same thing every night. The only thing that has changed these last few weeks has been adding the book-boyfriend classes. And honestly, that's been my fun only because it's out of the norm for me.

Me: The game is starting. G2G

Libby: Just as I thought.

Gemma: Live a little, Ava. Nail the guy, lose the shirt.