Why am I grinning so wide? Does it mean what I want it to?
Then she rolls her eyes, and gives me a shove to the shoulder.
“Relax,” she says. “I only looked you up because I wanted to make sure a video of the fountain incident wasn’t posted anywhere. The last thing I need is to go viral for being taken out by a rogue hockey player and his… physics-defying momentum.”
My stomach drops.
Of course that’s why she’d look you up, you idiot.
Laura has absolutely no interest in me, and I can’t blame her.
“It won’t,” I say sternly, hoping she can see how serious I am about it.
She raises a skeptical brow. “Oh yeah? How are you so sure?”
I lean in slightly—mostly because her dubious expression is adorable, but also because I want her to know I’m not joking.
“Because I made sure of it.”
“Do you control the internet now?” She stares at me, confused.
“No.” I shrug. “But I know a guy who does. There’s a guy on the football team who can work wonders with a firestick and a little time.”
“Are you talking about Matty Mathieson?”
“Yeah, you know him?”
She’s about to say something, but then she closes her lips and shakes her head. “Yeah, I know him a little.”
Wait, did shedatehim? Is that why it was so easy to get him to agree to help me?
Get a grip, Hendricks.
You’re fucking spiraling over your English Lit partner who can’t stand to look at you.
“Well, great. He’s a good guy to know around here.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I quickly pull it out to see a message in the hockey group chat.
Cade:Anyone know why Scotty bailed on practice early today?
Erik:His girlfriend asked him to.
Brooks:Scotty specifically stated that she wasn't his girlfriend.
I roll my eyes, quickly typing out a response.
Scotty:She's not my girlfriend. We're working on a paper together.
Erik:Yet. Operation: Splash and Smash is underway.
I put my phone away before I send the guys a text that I might regret.
“You ready?” Laura asks pointedly. “Or are you too busy responding to messages from your fans to engage with me?”
“Believe me, no one takes precedence over you, Princess.” I wink, and as usual, she rolls her eyes as she writes a few more notes.
I don’t mind that she looks at me like she wants to kill me.
