Perfect Little Plan, page 26
part #3 of Pretty Little Lies Series
He shook his head. “You’re confusing me with the Branson Falls pageant royalty.”
I smirked. “Am I? Because around here, everyone seems to think you’re Branson’s version of Prince William.”
His mouth widened into a grin. “And you would make the perfect Princess Kate.”
My stomach fluttered and my eyes narrowed in anger at my tummy treason. My stomach wasn’t supposed to flutter for Drake, regardless of how obsessed I’d once been with him. Drake’s five years older than me, but he’d been my teenage crush. Though he claimed to remember me from our youth, I didn’t buy it for a second, and he’d never given me any proof to back up his claim.
“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “That would never happen. I couldn’t stand to wear the panty hose, and I’m far too opinionated. I’d offend people left and right, and probably start wars.” He laughed, and I got in my dark blue Jeep Grand Cherokee. “Night, Drake.”
He leaned back on his heels. “I’ll see you soon, Katie.”
“You know that’s not my name,” I said.
“You’ll always be Katie to me.”
I shook my head as I pulled away. I could see him grinning in my rearview mirror all the way to the end of the street.
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