Page 48 of Offensive Plays

I groan, "I'm not interested in Cassidy Jones, Ma."

"Don't be ridiculous, Michael. You're nearly thirty. Good girls your age are hard to come by."

Well, what if I don't want a good girl. Bad girls taste so much better.

"I told her you're single," Lillian admits. "So she might actually be reaching out."

"You gave her my number?" I complain.

"No, just your social media accounts.”

Awesome. I'll be sure to delete those the first chance I get.

In the meantime, I have a message waiting.

I excuse myself to use the restroom, and open BlindBang.

You have a new match.

So...not Libby. I sit on the toilet disappointed.

This is ridiculous. We are grown adults. What does it matter anymore what we decide to do as grown adults? Obviously we’re a match. And that wasn’t even my doing.

When I open the door, Jonah is waiting in the hall.

"Can I help you?"

"Don't think I'm so disconnected that I don't know what that app is?"

I roll my eyes. "What does it matter to you, Jo?"

"Mikey, trust me when I say this. I've had my fair share of trying out what the world has to offer. And as intriguing as it is... nothing comes close to living a life dedicated to serving God and people. Things like that..." he motions toward the phone in my hand. "They just lead to heartache and confusion."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Says the great Pastor Jonah Ferguson." I give him a slow clap. "You're doing so great convincing everyone that you've changed. You almost believe it yourself, don't you?"

He shakes his head at me. "I'm praying for you, Mikey. You're going to need it. Especially hanging around with the likes of Libby O'Connor." He pushes himself off the wall and heads back toward the dining room when I call out to him.

"Jonah, what actually happened between you and Libby?"

"What has she told you?" he turns back to me with a glare.

"Nothing that makes sense."

"Well, that's because she doesn't make sense. She's a confused girl. But Libby and I are on good terms. Lillian even invited her to the wedding."

"So I've heard," I say.

"Then, you have nothing to worry about. Now, can you come help me decide where the flower arrangements need to go for the pillars?"

"Sure," I say, following behind him.

But I’m not letting him off the hook that easily.

Chapter 12

Libby

Despite the photoshoot that left me reeling with doubts about my own body on Saturday, I showed up to this one ready to take it on. Only to be shut down...again.