“Britte! That makes me a seven thousand dollar hooker! Are you kidding me?” I hissed in a high pitched screech.
Her face fell. “I hadn’t thought about it like that, but I see your point.”
“Besides, I wouldn’t put a seven thousand dollar price tag on my inexperience. Trust me, either would he. And then how weird would that be? What if he was like, now you only owe six thousand? Or worse? Six thousand, eight hundred and seventy five or something weird like that. I would never emotionally recover from that.” I was only half-joking. In my head, this was a real possibility.
Britte started laughing at me.
“There,” I pointed. “They are over there.”
We started making our way through tables and chairs and the masses of college campus life.
“Ok, so no hooking up until after you pay him the money. The money you don’t have.”
“Exactly.”
“So how are you going to keep him off you until then? He’s like really into you! I wouldn’t be able to keep saying no, if Fin was spending that kind of concentrated energy on me.”
“Yeah, well I don’t have a choice. I’m probably just going to keep ignoring all his efforts,” I shrugged.
“Yeah, that seems to only be challenging him. I think he likes it.”
“Well, it probably doesn’t help that I made out with him on Monday,” I whispered right before we reached the table.
“You did what!” Britte shrieked almost dropping her tray.
“Hey, guys,” I greeted diplomatically and then nudged Britte in the back so she would close her gigantic mouth, turn around and sit down.
I moved around her when she didn’t read my mind and squeezed in next to Jameson. She finally pulled herself together and sat down on the other side of the table between Fin and Charlie.
I snatched a fry from Jameson’s plate before he could stop me and then shot him a big smile when he narrowed his eyes. Fin might have been off limits, but Jameson wasn’t.
“So you guys all run track?” Britte asked around a bite of salad.
“Yes,” Charlie answered.
“What do you run?” she pressed and I was glad she did because I was just as curious.
“Long jump, high jump and triple jump and then we’re all in the four by four,” Charlie explained. “Gunner does the short sprints, J does mostly hurdles and the four hundred and then Fin does the longer runs, four hundred, eight hundred, and two mile.”
“Not the mile?” I asked Fin.
“We have better runners for that,” he shrugged so I turned my attention elsewhere.
“I bet you love the four by four, Gunner,” I offered sarcastically.
He made a noise in the back of his throat. “It’s stupid. Coach thinks he’s pushing me.”
“Sprinters,” Fin mumbled, sounding disappointed with humanity.
“Four by four, that’s when you each run once around the entire track?” Britte asked, not understanding Gunners attitude.
“Exactly,” Jameson answered. “Gunner’s just a little lazy.”
“Too lazy run once around the track?” Britte stared him down, trying to gauge if he was serious or not.
“Gunner thinks the two hundred is too long of a race,” Fin grumbed.
“So is this a big meet?” I asked catching Fin’s eyes from across the table.
