Adorable.
Uber dramatic.
Knows everything about everything and isn’t shy about it.
“Hey, Bells?—”
She doesn’t even look at me.
Her eyes go straight past me.
To him.
And then—she screams.
Not like scared.
More like someone just dropped front row tickets to life into her lap.
“Oh. My. God. It’s you!!”
I blink.
“Bella, what?—”
“OH MY GOD!”
She grabs my arm so hard I almost drop my keys.
“Do you know who that is?!”
I glance over my shoulder.
At David.
Who is just standing there, calm as anything, holding my ridiculously oversized baby gift like he didn’t just cause a full teenage meltdown.
And okay, yes, he still looks unfairly hot. That hasn’t changed.
But—what the heck is she talking about?
“Um… yeah?” I say slowly. “That’s David.”
Bella makes a sound like I just told her I’ve never heard of oxygen.
“David? He gave you his first name? OMG! Larry, THAT is DJ Mars.”
I laugh.
“What?”
Because obviously she’s joking.
Except, she’s not laughing.
She’s jumping up and down then staring at me like I’ve personally offended the internet.
And something cold slides down my spine.