“She usually just stays for a couple of drinks,” I replied. “I won’t get off until after midnight. You guys can do whatever you want. I’ll take Saturday instead, if we’re making trades.”
“Hmm. I think I can do that.” He chuckled. “It sounds like we’re discussing child custody.”
Smiling, I said, “It kind of does.”
Suddenly, Jace glanced at his phone. “Speak of the devil…”
My phone vibrated in my pocket a moment later.
Lila: Do you two have any weekend plans?
Me: We were actually just discussing how to split our time with you.
Jace: I’m getting you tonight after you leave the bar, and Brock has dibs on Saturday.
Lila: This sounds like child custody. But for my lady-parts.
Jace: That’s what we said!
Lila: Except you’re forgetting the most important part: you two don’t need to split custody. You can have me at the same time.
Lila: If you were so inclined. Say, tomorrow night.
Jace glanced up at me. “If you want her to yourself Saturday, I can back off.
I felt myself smiling. “Hell no. I’ll get her alone some other time. Right now, all I can think about is…” I glanced at Cam, who wasn’t paying any attention to us, then lowered my voice anyways. “All I can think about is having a threesome again.”
Jace grinned. “Same, buddy. Same. I’ll let you give her the good news.”
Me: I’d love to. Jace says he would, too.
Lila: You’re speaking for him? Do you have a side-text going where you gossip about me?
Jace: We have lunch together Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. To go over our class notes and decide when to study together.
Lila: Aww. My two fuckable students are spending time together. That’s so cute.
Me: We’re also coming up with a gameplan for what to do to you tomorrow night.
“Nice,” Jace told me. “Tease her a little. Keep her thinking about it.”
Lila: Oh really?
Jace: You’ll see. Use your imagination in the meantime.
Lila: I can’t wait. And if it’s really good, I’ll give you both extra credit.
“Easiest extra credit I’ll ever earn,” I said.
Jace barked a laugh.
Behind me in the cafeteria, someone began shouting. Jace frowned while looking past me.
Cam suddenly perked up in his seat. “Here we go,” he muttered.
I didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant, because suddenly there wasscreamingon the other side of the cafeteria. I twisted and watched as the star basketball player, Joshua Davenport, picked up a tray of food and hurled it against the wall.
“Which one of you did it?” he shouted at the table of students. “Fuckingtell me!”
