That Boy: A Small Town, Friends-to-Lovers Romance (That Boy Series Book 1)

“You arrogant son of a bitch,” I say. Well, maybe I growl it. It’s hard to say for certain.

But I can tell you this. I am fuming, smoke-flying-out-of-my-ears mad as I take the engagement ring off my finger, shove it into his hand, and march toward the stage. The march to the stage feels like it takes forever because there are a million thoughts running through my mind.

Did all these people come here because they really thought I’d say yes?

Or did they come for the fireworks of me saying no?

Do they wish us well?

Or hope to see us fail?

I reach the stage and tentatively walk out on it. One of the band members hands me a microphone, and I know I really need to say something to all these people.

I might die of embarrassment.

Actually, I wish it were possible to die of embarrassment. Then, I could drop dead right now, and I wouldn’t have to do what I am about to do.

Part of me wonders how in the world I got here to begin with.

We have been friends for a really long time and only decided to have a real relationship all of a week ago.

And, well, it has been really incredible.

I mean, he is incredible in ways I didn’t even imagine!

Okay, so I might have imagined a little.

Anyway, as of about six minutes ago, we were out on a romantic first date.

Then, he had to go and blow the whole thing all to hell by asking me to marry him.

Can you believe that?

Me neither.

And, as if it wasn’t unbelievable enough that he asked me to marry him on our first date, he was so damn sure I’d say yes that he planned this huge surprise engagement party.

Tonight. On our first date. Like, right now!

I shudder and mentally prepare myself.

I have to tell everyone who came here tonight that there is no way I’m going to marry that boy!

Before I say the words, I glance at him, and my mind is transported back to the memory of my first kiss.

It’s where this all began really.