Chapter 23: Chapter 22: Creed's A Girl

RIGBY'S POV:

The second I see her face, I know. The person who sang Saved differently, the person who wrote Caged, the person who has been affecting me, it's not Creed, it's Clover.

My shoulders sag momentarily with relief before they puff out pretentiously as if I can pretend she hasn't seen how much of a jerk I am. If she thinks first impressions count for something, she probably doesn't think very highly of me.

"Can I get you a drink?" Nash offers.

It's frustrating watching him flirt with her. I want to give him a good slap around the head, but I resist the urge. Instead I roll my eyes because this is just what Nash does. It means absolutely nothing.

I lead her into the living room.

The others are focused on her too, talking about how much she looks like Creed. But all I can see is how different she looks. She slight where he's bulky. Her eyes are not blue, they're green.