“Not in the mood,” I answer in a clipped tone, and now Coop and Nate turn to face me as Dylan tosses a bag in my direction.
“I would have thought you’d be shooting sunshine out your ass since you looked pretty cozy snuggling with your tutor last night in the picture Ellie sent the group,” Dylan continues, ignoring my sourness. “Oh shit, what happened to your eye?”
“Nothing,” I say, doing my best to get ready on time.
Just Al having the best fucking aim in the world.
“Did she hit you?” Nate asks, trying—and failing—not to laugh.
“No. We fell asleep on the couch last night, and I woke up to my alarm with morning wood.”
Coop chuckles, shaking his head. “What happened to your big dick energy from last night?”
“Fuck off.”
“So what? She woke up to it, and punched you?” Dylan asks, doing a terrible job at keeping the shit-eating grin off his face.
I start pulling on my pads, trying not to picture the look on her face when I left. Goddammit. I didn’t mean to hurt her this morning.
“No, Macy was asleep on the other couch and is about as chipper in the mornings as a demon from hell. I accidentally threw Al off the couch, so she threw the phone at me, but it was dark so I caught it with my face,” I say, grimacing because it sounds even worse saying it out loud. “Al wouldn’t even look me in the eye before I left,” I mumble, wondering how the fuck I’m going to fix this.
“Any chance she didn’t feel it?” Nate asks, and for someone so smart, he sure likes to ask dumb questions.
“I don’t know. Is the sky blue? Of course she fucking noticed.”
The chorus of laughter in the locker room doesn’t make me feel any better.
CHAPTER 15
Alondra
I had hopedthe goose egg I earned from falling off the couch yesterday would look better today, but instead, it’s turned into an awful blue and purple knot right on my forehead.
Jack cancelled tutoring last night because there was a team dinner my dad let the guys know about last minute, and damn, if I wasn’t a little relieved to have a night to collect myself.
I’m fucking mortified I woke up snuggling into Jack. I’m not even sure when I fell asleep, or how I ended up wrapping myself around him, but it’s embarrassing.
It’s not a big deal he woke up with a boner because it’s a perfectly normal human reaction. Doesn’t make it any less awkward, though.
All his jokes about size the night before were surprisingly accurate.
I tried to cover up the bruise with makeup, but I can’t do much to hide the lump so it feels pointless to even try. I do feel a little better knowing I beat him to class, but Keri gasps, immediately seeing the bruise. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“I got into a fight with the floor yesterday,” I explain, shrugging out of my coat before taking the seat next to her.
“Been there, done that, but I guess I was lucky I didn’t end up with one of those,” she says, and I fidget with my curls, glancing at the front of the auditorium to see if Jack’s here yet.
I don’t care he stayed the night, but I am freaking out a little because I didn’t think I’d enjoy being held by him so much. I didn’t think I was ready to be so comfortable with someone else, but maybe it’s my mind’s way of telling me I’m ready to move on.
Yes, Jack is more attractive than anyone should be, which makes it even more of a bad idea to enjoy sleeping next to him.
Jack plays hockey, doesn’t believe in love, and he’s one of Dad’s players.
I’m too busy watching the door to pay closer attention to Keri’s rant about the drama at her sorority house, but I think it’d be hard to miss Jack walking in. He’s wearing the hockey team’s jacket, and his jeans are hugging his muscular legs. The closer he gets climbing the stairs to our seats, the more I notice his hair looks like he’s been dragging his fingers through it, and he’s sporting a black eye that’s the twin to the knot on my forehead.
Oh my god, did I do that?
He glances up, and his mouth turns up at the corners into a faint smile, and at least I don’t look away, unlike yesterday when I couldn’t make eye contact.
