Quiet confidence doesn’t get one hundred thousand screaming Wildcat fans on their feet. Doesn’t get the talking heads excited. Doesn’t attract scouts from all over the country.
Unless you’re Reid. Somehow, he makes it look easy.
If he wasn’t my best friend, I’d envy him.
“Forget BDE,” Parker says, pretending to study me. “What you’ve got is more like fuckboy vibes.”
“Fuckboy implies manipulation.” I smirk. “I don’t have to manipulate women to get laid. My partners know where I stand on relationships.”
Which is probably why Quinn snuck out without saying goodbye.
Whatever. The rules exist for a reason and no matter how cool she is, I can’t go breaking them. Not now.
Not when I’m so close to getting out from under my father’s thumb.
The knowledge doesn’t change the fact that I enjoy talking to Quinn.
She’s funny. Real. The kind of girl my mom would like.
The kind of girl you’d break, given the opportunity.
Not happening. We’re just friends.
That we can text without resorting to dick pics and sexts is refreshing. Not that I’d ever send a dick pic because the internet is forever and my mom doesn’t need to see that shit, but I’ve gotten my fair share of tit shots.
None of them can compare to Quinn.
Just the thought of her perfect tits has my cock stirring.
I’ll have to work on that. I’ve never been friends with a woman before, but I’m pretty sure there’s a rule that prohibits hard-ons.
My phone vibrates and I pick it up, expecting a response from Quinn. No such luck. It’s my second favorite Mowery.
Noah: Halloween party. Saturday night. Bring your boys. We’ll celebrate your win over the Badgers.
Fuck yeah, we will.
Wisconsin’s defense is solid, but Reid and I have been studying their game tape. Our O-line will be ready. This time next week, we’ll be 7-1.
One step closer to the championship game.
Me: We’ll be there.
I’ve got the perfect costume.
“Halloween party at the Sig house Saturday night,” I announce.
“I’m down.” Parker taps his pen on the table. “Think I can go as a Big Ten football player again?”
“That’s lame as hell.” Vaughn gives him the side-eye. “Why bother dressing up if you aren’t even going to try?”
I chuckle. “Relax, Chewbacca. Not all of us have an organic costume.”
Across from me, Reid chokes on a laugh.
“Or were you planning to go as Hagrid this year?”
Vaughn strokes his beard. “My shit is way neater than Hagrid’s.”
