“It’s fine. I’m good at it. I can teach you.”
He grabs the textbook and closes the locker.
We walk together into the parking lot where Sebastian and Marie are already waiting. He leans casually against the black McLaren, dressed in a dark green hoodie and black pants. A smile hangs on his lips and his eyes are locked on Marie who is talking animatedly about something. She’s wearing a yellow sweater and jeans with her self-painted sneakers.
Once we get closer, their conservation is audible.
“…he was so rude to me, but since he was on my team I had to save him.” She sighs heavily. “I hate when guys underestimate me. I’m a good player and I can kick their ass.”
“Give me his ID,” Sebastian says calmly, but his eyes appear a bit tense.
“Why?”
“No one disrespects my girlfriend and gets away with it.” He slips out his hands from his pockets and sets them on Marie’s waist as he tugs her over to him.
“I handled him,” she argues.
“I know, and I love you for that. But I want to teach him a lesson anyway.”
“What if he tells all the players in the world to stay away from me because I have a scary boyfriend.”
I fight the urge to not laugh. Marie has a wild imagination.
Sebastian seems to be holding back a laugh as well, but stays serious. “That’s even better.”
“Then I won’t have people to play with.”
“Fine, I will be less mean to him.”
Marie grins and hugs him.
Sebastian wraps her in his arms and buries his face in her neck. The tension melts away from his body as he visibly relaxes.
“Now don’t start making out on my car,” Heath grumbles from beside me.
Marie turns in Sebastian’s arms and smirks at Heath. “It won’t be the first time.”
Heath narrows his eyes on her. “You better wash my car this weekend, then.”
“You make out with Hope in your car.”
My cheeks warm up. I sneak a glance at Heath and he looks tongue-tied which is a first.
Untangling herself from Sebastian, she comes over and throws her arm around my shoulders.
With a grin she asks, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”
“No, she doesn’t.” Heath answers before I can.
She ignores him. “We can have a movie marathon and — ”
“You are not stealing my girlfriend, Blondie.” Heath removes her arm and brings me to her chest. “I need her.”
“For what exactly?” She quirks up an eyebrow at him.
“None of your business.”
“It is. She is my best friend.”
