Fucking my girl, if I’m lucky.
“I’ll probably just head home and crash.”
He makes a dismissive sound and turns his attention to my roommates. “You believe this shit?”
“It’s Senior Day.” Reid shrugs. “We’ve all got family in town.”
Smith nods, but he’s clearly disappointed as he turns to a couple of underclassmen on the other side of his locker.
The last thing I want to do tonight is hang out on Greek Row and get shit-faced. I haven’t seen Sutton since I got back to campus yesterday, and with winter break approaching, I want to spend as much time with her as I can.
You could invite her to dinner.
With my family?
No way. Dad would tell embarrassing stories. Mom would pepper her with questions. They’d make assumptions.
The realization isn’t as unappealing as it should be.
I grab my phone before I can change my mind.
Me: Hey, Shorty. Want to grab dinner? My treat.
Technically, my parents are treating, but it’s whatever. Everyone knows free meals are the kryptonite of every college student ever.
Shorty: Aren’t you having dinner with your parents?
Me: Trust me. They won’t mind.
In fact, my mom would be thrilled.
There’s a long pause and three little dots hover on the screen before disappearing. I stare at the message thread, heart pounding, but nothing happens.
No message. No bubbles. Nothing.
What’s taking her so long? I know she’s there. She just messaged me.
I have two bars, but maybe I dropped the signal. I raise my phone in the air, searching for another bar.
Finally, a new message appears.
Shorty: I don’t want to intrude on your family thing. Hit me up if you want to hook up later.
Disappointment pierces my chest, and it’s only when I read her message again that I realize I wanted her to meet my parents. Wanted them to meet her. Wanted this night to be more than it is.
But that’s not going to happen.
Because as much as I care about Sutton, we aren’t on the same page.
Hell, I’m not even sure we’re reading the same playbook.
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SUTTON
Hitme up if you want to hook up later?I groan and tip my head back, silently cursing my stupidity as I hover outside Coach Sharpe’s office.
Buen trabajo pendejo. A guy invites you to meet the fam and not only do you decline, you suggest a casual hookup instead?
