“Pretty” mouth? The fuck had that come from? Maybe he’d just read into it as me being an ass, which was fact, but also because damn, that mouth …
Dipshit
I fucking hate you.
Any more fucks, Princess? Open wide.
Dipshit
Fuck you.
You never disappoint. But seriously, it sounds like we both need to do this for that rec letter, so pull your head out of your ass and let’s get on with it.
Bag on my shoulder, dressed and ready for school, I stood in the middle of my room, staring at my phone and holding my breath. Would he? And if he did, would it mean anything?
Dipshit
Just for the rec letter?
Okay. So that’s how we’re playing it.
Wait, what? What had I missed? I typed a long string of question marks, but he responded before I had a chance to send them.
Dipshit
My favorite color is blue.
I pretty much hate all fish yet I want to try sushi one day.
I never read To Kill a Mockingbird in eighth grade.
I like Old Spice deodorant because my Granny used to give me a gift set of it every year at Christmas.
I like FPS over MMOs, cats AND dogs equally, and college ball is better than pro.
Holy—
That should be enough for now. No need to reply, I know too much about you already, so leave me alone.
Shit.
All that morning, I kept my eyes peeled for my once sworn enemy. He walked the halls, head low, and sat in the class we shared, shoulders slumped. Nick was at his side nearly every second. During lunch, Cal played with his food while Nick and Michael flanked him at the table and carried the conversations around him. He seemed gloomy, but I knew better. Cal was pissed.
“How were your weekends?” Trent asked at our session.
There hadn’t been a moment to talk with Cal and way too many moments to spiral. Knots cluttered my insides, each with varying emotions to torment me. Were we really going to pretend that kiss never happened?
“Fine,” I said to Cal’s nothing. He nodded, leaning on his right elbow, away from me.
“Good game, Cal,” Trent said.
He nodded again.
“The staff appreciates all the heavy lifting you boys put in last week.” Trent chuckled. “Saved us a lot of work.”
“We didn’t have a choice,” Cal grumbled.
Trent’s expression darkened. “What’s going on, Cal?”
