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“Wouldn’t joining an online dating site be easier?” he asked.

I forced my gaze back up to his eyes. “It might. But this is a gift for my ex, Jensen. This is his number.” Technically not my ex but on his way to being my ex for sure.

“Jensen Ballard?”

“I only want the highest-quality people contacting him.”

“Patrons of the Purple Starfish…bathroom?”

“Exactly.” I cleared my throat and shut the bathroom stall. “He’s told me a lot about you, by the way. Good to meet you.”

Theo let out a scoffing laugh and looked around like this was the oddest place to meet someone. It probably was. “Did you say yourex?” he asked.

“Yeah, after what happened today…” I trailed off.

“What happened today?”

“You didn’t hear?” Had he not been there for the end-of-school announcements? Even if he hadn’t, the whole school was talking about it. The comments I’d gotten on the way to my car earlier threatened to redden my cheeks now.

“No. What?” he asked. I couldn’t tell if he was serious in his ignorance. His expression was completely neutral.

“Nothing. We just broke up.”

“And I should’ve heard about this?” he asked in a condescending way.

I sighed. “Can I help you?”

He let out a single laugh. “You’re the one in the guys’ bathroom writing sex ads for your ex-boyfriend.”

I gasped. “It’s not a…It’s just anI want him to get spammedad.”

“Nice.” He was judging me. He thought I was a bitter ex. And I was, but for perfectly reasonable reasons!

I held out the Sharpie. “Want to add anything?”

He smirked. “You seem to have it covered.” With that he headedto a urinal. “Are you going to stay for the show or…?” He reached for the button on his pants.

“I’m leaving.” I walked to the door.

“Oh, and by the way,” he said as I gripped the handle, “we’ve met before, but Miss Soccer Star probably doesn’t remember.”

My mouth fell open as I rushed out the door. First, I wasn’t a soccer star. Obviously, having quit. And even when I had been on the team, I was just average. Deja was the star. So he was probably mocking me with that title. Second, I had no idea he knew any facts about me at all, let alone that I had been on the soccer team. Third, this interaction didn’t really change my opinion about him or his personality.

Deja was back at the table. I gave her awhy did you abandon me?face as I approached.

“Sorry,” she said. “I had to help my mom with drinks for a second. Nobody was coming.”

“Theo came in,” I said.

She laughed so hard she snorted.

“It’s fate, karma,” Max said.

I slid into the booth, gripping the notebook I had left on the table. “What does it have to do with fateorkarma?”

“Fate is telling you that you should try to date him,” Maxwell said. Then he waved a finger at my notebook. “He’s your ex’s nemesis. That should be top on your list of revenge ideas. Jensen would be crushed if you dated Theo.”

“No,” Deja said. “You don’t need any more jerks in your life.”