Things Liars Say (#ThreeLittleLies #1)(10)

Calvin, do I have your permission to use you as my fake boyfriend? Grey





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Request document received

Greyson, to answer that, I should probably have your cell phone number. – Cal





697-555-5155: Grey, this is Cal. Thought it would be easier to text rather than email. What was your question again?

Grey: Calvin, took you long enough to ask for my phone number.

Cal: For the sake of convenience, it had to be done.

Grey: That’s the story you’re sticking with?

Cal: Yup, pretty much.

Grey: I guess I’ll jump right to the negotiations then. Calvin, do I have your permission to use you as my fake boyfriend?

Cal: Let me think about it. This all seems so sudden… are you sure we’re not rushing into things?

Grey: You’re wittier than you look, Cal Thompson Cal: THANKS! Shit. That felt like an insult. Or was it a compliment? Dammit.

Grey: LOL

Cal: LOL? Fucking rude is what you are. You’re lucky you’re an hour away.

Grey: Or you’d WHAT? Come kick my ass or something?

Cal: Or something.

Grey: So, do I have your permission?

Cal: Yes. But when I start feeling dirty and violated, I’m breaking up with you. Also, please don’t tell anyone I “put out” on the first date.

Grey: I never kiss and tell…





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Gray skies and stormy weather.

Grey. This shitty, gray overcast day reminded me of you—but not in a bad way. How’s it going over there at State? Had a rugby match this weekend, and I’ve been icing some seriously sore muscles for the past few days. It sucks. Can hardly move. I also have a cracked lip and another black eye—one that matches the shiner you saw last week. But it looks badass, so who am I to complain? I never did ask what your major is. Mine is business. Yawn. Boring, right? My dad owns a commercial construction company, and after working in the field a few years, I plan to take over when he retires. - Cal





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Grey the Procrastinator

Calvin,

Yes, I’m sticking with that moniker. For some reason, it pleases me knowing that you don’t like it… Business is also my major, except I’m not sure which direction I want to take it. Unlike most of my friends, I don’t really know what to do with a business degree. Choosing a major was one of the toughest decisions I’ve ever had to make. I actually waited to declare until I absolutely had to. I have passion for a lot of things. Like event planning and team building. Is that weird? Grey





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: The Family Business

Greyson, is that weird? Not at all. Isn’t diversity a good thing? My dad always says that having diverse interests gives you a leg up in business, so you’re already one step ahead of the game. My mom works in the accounts payable department of his office, and my sister is his Field Manager. She never wanted to work for the family but got roped into it two years ago when Dad had a stroke. Sis is Tabitha, and she’s pretty f*cking cool. A ballbuster, but cool. Do you have any siblings, or are you a lonely only? – Calvin





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Farm Fresh California Milk

Calvin,

Did you think I wouldn’t notice you signed that email as Calvin? Cute, cute, cute. Now you’re stuck with it ? Do I have any siblings? Yes, I have an older brother (Collin, 29) and a younger sister (Reagan, 18). Reagan is a freshman at State with me this year and sometimes stalks me on campus for a free coffee. I work at the Starbucks on campus part-part-time. Don’t even ask why they keep me employed, since I’m hardly available to work. Must be my sparkling wit and personality? So, did you at least score any TRYS during your game? Grey





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: A few more cuts and bruises…

Grey. Holy shit, did you actually google rugby jargon and use TRY in a sentence? Wow, Grey, I have gotta say, I’m actually impressed. And to answer your question—of course I scored a try. They’re worth 5 points, and that’s where the busted lip came from. Those boys from Ohio are brutes. Changing the subject for a second. So what you’re saying is YOUR SISTER STALKS YOU????? At the risk of sounding—oh, I don’t know—unsympathetic, can I please point out the fact that perhaps this stalking problem RUNS IN YOUR FAMILY???? – Calvin





Grey: I’m sorry, but I can’t stop laughing. You can’t say funny crap like that during the day. I just choked back a laugh in this class I’m in right now, and the guy in front of me gave me a dirty look.

Cal: Fuck that guy AND his dirty look. They can both kiss my ass.

Grey: He’s trembling at your harsh text.

Cal: He would be if I were in that classroom with you.

Grey: True. I mean, you with your busted lip and your black eyes and scary glaring. Ten kinds of crazy, remember?