Enjoy the movies.I messaged Phoenix whilst Molly was gushing over something Hudson had sent her. It was probably a dick pic, so she didn’t go into withdrawal from sufferingone nightaway from him.
There you go again.I really needed to rein in my judgmental bitch.
I watched as the buffering icon appeared, and he replied.Will do. Enjoy your girls' night in. Please don’t let Storm fill your head with shit, and lay off the booze.
Smiling, I thumbed back.Lay off the booze? Don’t judge me based on your standards.
What does that mean?
Haven’t you been laced every night this week?I typed back.
An eye-rolling emoji appeared and then…It’s Micah’s fault.
That’s it, blame the black dude.
He’s the wild one. Anyway, Coach Samuels has threatened to bench us if we’re caught within 10 yards of a bar tonight.
My brow scrunched.How would he know?
Fucker has forced the team to activate Find my Phone.
Molly’s head lifted as I chuckled and typed.That’s a bit stalkerish.
What does a night in with the girls look like anyway?
Wouldn’t you like to know.
Nix’s message bounced right back.Will there be pillow fights and boy talk?
Smiling at the screen, I thumbed back.I doubt there will be pillow fights.
How about some girl-on-girl action?
You’ve seen way too many movies, Nix.
At least give me something to store in my wank bank.
Pervert.I thumbed in with an eyerolling emoji, feeling a sense of relief. It was the most banter I’d had out of him all week. Maybe he was feeling better about the mom situation.
You bet your ass, baby.
Deciding to answer truthfully, I texted,I imagine boys will be the main topic of discussion at Storms.
Should we all expect our ears to start burning through the movie?
Absolutely.I responded with a winking face emoji.
Ouch. Go easy on us.
And I left it at that. The icon stating he was still typing appeared, but I decided to leave him unopened. Let him stew. I did toy with mentioning the new boy, Harrison, and how we’d exchanged numbers or texting that Cash had messaged me, but it would havereekedof desperation. Like I was trying too hard to make him jealous or something. I had already decided to try to drive him crazy in another way at the game on Saturday.
Phoenix Carter wouldn’t know what hit him. I was getting tired of being ignored, and so had decided to up my game.
My phone buzzed in my pocket like an angry wasp, and I hid a smile. I knew ghosting Nix would piss him off.
As Molly and I waited, Storm sent a text to apologize and say that she’d been detained but had sent Jacob to get us, the driver she had enthused about. The one I had wound Reed up about. We both sat on the sidewalk and waited. Molly told me how cheerleading was going, and I spoke about my yoga.
After another ten minutes, a black car pulled up next to the sidewalk. I got exactly what she meant, as Molly and I exchanged looks. Jacob was a beautiful-looking beast, but way too old and sophisticated-looking for my tastes. He wore a black suit and looked like he belonged in a mafia movie. We trotted over, and he was polite and professional as he opened the back door of the grand-looking Bentley. He was probably all muscle and nothing else.
