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My best friend, Layla Fisher, said she wanted to set me up a date. I was halfway through listening when the comments suddenly appeared, scrolling right across my vision. [Scarlett, don't you dare say yes. Turn it down! Alistair belongs with Layla.] [Layla likes him too. How does she still think he only sees her as "one of the friends"? Why push Scarlett at him?] [She's so clueless, total tomboy energy. Not a single ulterior motive. Doesn't she realize Scarlett could steal him?] [Just wait—Alistair will force himself to accept Scarlett, all for Layla. Then, he will sneak off and kiss Layla behind Scarlett's back. That's the real thrill.] I sat there, stunned. Layla kept talking, completely oblivious. "Scarlett, relax. He's basically my bro. If he treats you badly, I'll beat him up." What a joke. I was the third wheel in their little emotional game? "I'm not interested," I said.