She steps back to her cupcakes, looks at me, and smiles. “Really? That would be a huge help.” She pipes frosting over the cupcake she messed up, holds the bag of frosting to her lips, and squirts some into her mouth.
I hold in the groan trying to break free. Why is that so hot?
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll even clean up your mess.” I tug on her ponytail.
“Thanks, Silas.” She sets the bag in the sink, then washes her hands. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
“You coming back here tonight?” I ask, hopeful.
“Oh, no, probably not. I might stay with Eli, but I’m not sure yet.” She dries her hands quickly with a paper towel, then tosses it in the trash on her way toward Charlie’s room.
“Great,” I mumble to myself. “Douchebag.”
Brooke walks back into the kitchen and grabs the mint-green Stanley that she always has with her. “Bye, Silas. Thanks again!” She smiles and waves at me as she moves toward the door.
I follow, just so I can watch her go. “See you later, Cupcake.”
Her hand is on the doorknob, but she turns and looks back at me. Her mouth opens in surprise, and when I wink at her, she blushes. With an awkward wave, she pulls open the door and walks out.
The second the door closes, I get my phone out of my pocket and text Aston and Ace as I walk to Bo’s room. His SUV is outside, and Chelsea’s car isn’t here, so I assume he’s home.
Silas: Come to the basketball game with me tonight.
Ace: What? Why?
Silas: Because I want to go.
Ace: I can’t, dude. I need to study. If I don’t pass this test, I’m fucked, and my mama will kill me.
Aston: He ain’t lyin’. He’s on her shit list right now. He has to study, but I’ll come with you. I’m the good twin. I’m passing all my classes.
I pull up the basketball schedule on the school’s website and see the game starts in two hours.
Silas: Pick me up at six thirty. Don’t be late.
I knock on Bo’s door. “Callaway, open up.”
He pulls open the door, shirtless and looking like he’s been running his fingers through his hair. “What’s up?”
“I’m gonna hit up the basketball game tonight. You should come with me.”
Bo leans up against the doorframe and crosses his arms. Bo is the kind of guy who can see right through you, and right now, he can probably read the intent on my face.
“Why?” A slow smile breaks across his face.
I look at him pointedly. “Because I’m a fan.”
“Ha! Since when?”
“Since tonight. Are you gonna come with me or not?” I hold my hands out in front of me.
“This is about Brooke, isn’t it?”
“You’re really gonna make me say it?”
“If you want me to go with you tonight, yeah, I do want you to tell me.”
“Yes, it’s about Brooke. She’s going with that douchebag. I overheard her talking to Charlie about him when I came home.I’m telling you, something about that guy just irks me. He doesn’t deserve her at all.”
