Griffin: Really fucking soon.
Jacob: Sitting next to you in class should be considered torture.
Griffin: And why is that?
Jacob: You smell so fucking good.
Griffin: Mmmm, did you wanna lean over and taste me too?
Jacob: So badly.
Griffin: Fuck, Jake.
Griffin: I was thinking that we should go on a date.
Jacob: A date?
Griffin: Yes. A date.
Jacob: Um…where?
Griffin: The movies or dinner or hiking or whatever you want.
Jacob: People would see us.
Griffin: And?
Jacob: I work with the team. I cant date a player, Griff.
Griffin: Okay but we can hang out. No one needs to know it’s a date.
Jacob: I mean…I guess.
Griffin: Don’t sound too excited.
Jacob : I am excited!
Jacob: When are we doing this?
Griffin: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. At eight.
23
Jacob
“Where the hellare you going so early?” Hughie’s voice stops me dead like I’ve just been caught sneaking out of a crime scene.
Fucking hell.
I’m trying to hustle out without questions, because Griffin’s already outside waiting for me. For what is technically a date, even if I haven’t said that word out loud yet.
“Uh… out?” I answer, and the sound that comes out of my mouth is so embarrassingly high I want to punch myself in the throat.
Hugh squints at me. “Why are you being so weird?”
“I’m not,” I snap, way too fast and defensive. Okay, I’m definitely weird.
“Yes, you are. Where are you going?”
