She looks up and smiles. “Okay. See you at ten on Wednesday. Don’t forget to listen to more Tony Robbins.”
I nod, putting on my shoes. “See you later, alligator nuggets.”
Before I close the door behind me, I look at her face.
Every step I take away from her front door feels like I’m stretching myself thin. I wish I could’ve stayed, but I have a History quiz tomorrow and a project to work on.
When I get home, the house is empty. I shower and then sit in my room and study.
I’m leaning back, scrolling through Cecily’s profile, when a loud bang interrupts.
“Yeah,” I call out.
Scott opens the door. “Who the fuck is this?”
He has Instagram open to Cecily’s profile.
“That’s Cecily,” I say.
“Cecily?” he storms over. He clicks on a random picture of her. “Look at her, dude. Were you just with her? This is who you’ve been disappearing with?”
I shake my head. “I’m not disappearing with her anywhere. We’re friends.”
He zooms in on her body. “You’re friends with this?”
“Yeah,” I shrug. “I even invited her to Rocky’s this weekend, and she’s coming. So, you don’t have to freak out. You’re going to meet her.”
“She’s single?” he asks, turning back to his phone. “She goes here?”
I nod. “Yup.”
“How’d you meet her?”
“She’s training me,” I admit.
He clicks on the Story and says, “This looks like a date. Dinner and a movie?”
“Wasn’t a date.”
“West!” Scott calls out, and Westley appears five seconds later. “Come here. Look at this chick.”
Westley doesn’t normally feed into this shit, so when he tilts his head and says, “Wow,” I’m extra annoyed.
“Hey, fuck heads,” I shout, but they ignore me.
Scott explains to him everything I just said, and Westley looks at me. “Brother, she’s into you.”
I shake my head. These idiots. She warned me that the girls would go feral. Now I have two in my room going absolutely wild with their imaginations.
Scott adds, “Says he invited her to Rocky’s this weekend.”
Westley says, “You invited that girl to Rocky’s? Are you out of your mind?”
“Guys,” I say calmly. “You guys need to stop freaking out. She’s a––”
“Stop freaking out? This girl is fucking outrageous. Blows every other chick out of the water, bro. And Rocky? Rocky is better looking than you, dude. He’s going to swoop in and steal your girl. Hell, we all are. Right, West?”
I look at Westley, the saint. Or so I thought before. This fucker nods in agreement. “If you don’t want her, I call dibs.”
