"They were!"
"She was wearing colored contacts, G. They were purple."
Okay, maybe I'm not subtle. "Doc seems to like my lack of subtlety."
"Then you're perfect for each other." Tyler heads for the door, pausing to look back. "Hey. I'm proud of you, you know? This isn't easy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And G? When you do ask him out properly, maybe lead with how you're secretly a genius. Nerds love that shit."
"How do you—" I stop. "Fuck. Drew told you about Mensa."
"Drew tells me everything he thinks I need to know. Hundred and fifty-eight IQ, and you've been playing dumb this whole time?" He shakes his head, grinning. "Sebastian's gonna lose his shit when he finds out."
"If he'll still talk to me."
"He will. Trust me. Anyone who looks at you the way he was looking at you at the bar?" Tyler winks. "You've got this."
After he leaves, I sit there for a while, tossing the football up and catching it and thinking about Tuesday night. About Doc's face when he admitted he likes me. About how badly I want to make that right.
My phone buzzes.
Twink Doc
Are you free tonight?
My roommates want to meet you properly
For the tutoring thing
I stare at the texts, heart doing stupid flips. He's actually reaching out after Tuesday.
Me
I'm free
Give me 20 minutes?
Twink Doc
You don't have to come
Me
I want to
We should talk anyway
About Tuesday
The typing bubbles appear and disappear several times. Finally:
Twink Doc
Okay
Me
