I snap my fingers, pointing at him. “That’s why I didn’t get it.”
He looks at my hand, then at my face again. “You left me on read.”
I scoff, laughing. “I did not.”
He smiles. “So, what’re you doing after this?”
I feel like this is a trick question, so I keep my guard up. “What?”
He looks behind me at the girls who are cycling. “Are you training them now?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Replaced Dylan fast. Why didn’t you call me? I thought I was second in line.”
I tilt my head at him, waiting to hear why he’s really here. “Should I just read your message?” I ask, pulling out my phone.
He says, “There’s a party tonight after the game. You should come.”
Marina and the two girls walk up behind me and say hi to Scott.
“All of you should come.”
“Where?” Marina asks.
“There’s a party tonight at Rocky’s after the game.”
The girls all look at each other. “Yeah.” They echo each other. “Sounds like fun.” “We’ll be there.” “Okay.”
“Ce?” Scott says.
I shrug. “Sure, okay.”
Scott takes a step back. “See you all there.”
The girls huddle around me the moment he steps out of the gym.
Marina says, “He’s doing that for Dylan.”
I roll my eyes.
Madeline and Rose widen their eyes. “He totally is.”
Rose says, “Do you think Dylan sent him?”
I shake my head. “No, there’s nothing going on. Scott’s just––”
Marina deadpans, “Wants you there for himself? No, he’s up to something. Either Dylan sent him, or he knows that Dylan misses you and he’s trying to set him up.”
I blink. “Funny theories, but I doubt it.”
Madeline grabs my wrist. “Scott came all the way over here to invite you. He literally drove here––” she’s mimicking the motions, “walked in, and talked to you and left. He’s up to something.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. “Even if he did, Dylan and I are only friends. And nothing major happened, besides hockey. Dylan’s just focused right now.”
“So, call him,” Marina crosses her arms, testing me.
I scoff. “No.”
