Girl, You Sold Too Early

Watching the two of them tag-team me, I almost laughed.

"Give up?" I let out a quiet laugh. "You've got it backwards. I'm here for a date."

"A date?" Jenny laughed like I'd just told a joke. "Gavin, if you're gonna lie, at least try. Looking like that—who would pick you?"

Nolan jumped in, patting my shoulder like he owned the place. "If you want Jenny back, just say it. No need for all this."

I didn't bother explaining.

Right then, my phone rang. My date.

I answered on speaker, right in front of them.

"Hey, Gavin. It's Maya." Her voice carried a hint of apology.

The name felt familiar.

"Sorry—something came up. I might not make it today."

"It's fine. Handle it."

I hung up.

A text came through.

[To make it up to you, dinner in three days? Top-floor revolving restaurant at the Celestria Grand. My treat. You good with that?]

Celestria Grand—the most over-the-top hotel in the city. One meal there could wipe out a year's salary.

Before I could reply, Jenny and Nolan lost it.

"Wow, keep it going!" Jenny doubled over laughing. "Where'd you find her? Trying to prove you're doing great without me?"

Nolan pulled her in, looking at me like I was nothing. "I'm telling you, it's pointless. This just makes you look worse."

I slid my phone away.

Watching them go off, I couldn't even be bothered.

"You done? I'm here to eat."

My calm set them off.

"You ungrateful loser!" Nolan pointed at me, face twisted. "You think you can eat here? Bet you're gonna dine and dash. Security! Security!"

Two guards rushed over.

"Mr. Cruz, how can we help?" The lead guard clearly knew him.

Nolan pointed at me, smug. "Throw this creep out. He's ruining our meal. This place doesn't need broke trash like him."

Jenny crossed her arms. "Yeah, get him out. He's killing the vibe."

The guard paused, spoke into his radio, then looked back at them—face all business.

"We've had complaints about you causing a disturbance and harassing other guests. You need to leave. Now."

They both froze.

"What... What did you say?" Nolan stared at him. "You're kicking me out? Do you know who I am? I'm a VVIP here!"

"Orders from the general manager." The guard gestured to the exit.

"This is ridiculous!" Nolan kept shouting, still trying to argue.

The guards were done talking. One grabbed each of them and hauled them toward the entrance.

I was about to grab a table when my mom walked over, dressed head-to-toe in Chanel.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

"How could I not come? I had to make sure you showed up." She gave me a look, then smiled. "Oh—and I forgot to mention. This mall? Ours."

I let out a small, helpless smile and walked off with her.

***

Third-Person POV

Two security guards dragged Jenny and Nolan to the mall entrance, both of them a mess. They looked up just in time to see Gavin walking off, his arm linked with a polished, middle-aged woman.

It clicked for Nolan. "Now I get it. I was wondering how a broke loser like him suddenly grew a spine. So he found himself a new backer."

Jenny clenched her jaw. "He... He really hooked up with some rich older woman."

They stared after him, refusing to accept it, then finally left the mall.

Gavin's POV

Next thing I knew, it was the day I was meeting Maya.

Mom kept pushing me out the door, so I left early.

I pulled up to the hotel—and bam, a giant wedding poster.

Jenny in a white dress, smiling like she won. Nolan right next to her.

Right. Their wedding was today.

Yeah. Of course it was.

I headed into the lobby, going straight for the top floor.

Before I could move, someone called out.

"Gavin, what are you doing here?"

Nolan spotted me, frowned, and walked over.

Jenny's face dropped.

"Gavin, I told you to stop bothering me. How are you this shameless?"

"This place isn't yours. I need your permission to show up?"

Nolan let out a dry laugh. "Still not over her, huh? Came to mess up our wedding? You even know what it costs to book this place? Your monthly pay even cover the venue, or are you still that broke?"

Jenny hooked his arm, staring at me like I was nothing. "I'm never marrying you, so get over it. Look at Nolan, then look at yourself. You really think you're on my level?"

People nearby started whispering.

"So that's the ex? All dressed up—trying to crash the wedding?"

"They broke up and he still won't move on. Yikes."

"He was never her level anyway. Of course she dumped him."

Jenny soaked it in, practically glowing. "See? This is my world. Leave before you embarrass yourself more. We haven't been on the same level for a long time."

I looked at their smug faces, about to speak—

A middle-aged guy in a suit rushed in, out of breath.

"Mr. Cruz, the South Borevia redevelopment just got suspended by the new CEO!"

Nolan's smile froze. "Say that again?"

The guy was sweating, voice shaking. "It... it's real. HQ just sent notice. That whole district's under review—"

Then he noticed me.

He straightened fast, all stiff and respectful.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Granville. It's an honor to see you. How can I assist you today?"