Tate
I mean I barbecue…?
Fitz
Barbecue? Yum.
Ryan
I could go for some barbecue…
Jordan
It's settled then. Tates house on Friday.
Tate
Wait what?
Tate
I didn’t agree to that.
I roll my eyes knowing I’m roped in now and there’s no getting out of it. Damn.
Tate
Not cool, assholes.
Ronan
*Kissy face emoji*
“Hey, Mr Bridges,” Hudson says cheerily from beside Matty.
“What are you doing out of class?” I ask glancing around in hopes of spotting his Momma.
“I told the teacher that we were his ride home.” Matty states.
I blink twice at him.
“Mr Bridges, you’d have to be listed on his paperwork or have permission from his mother.” The receptionist informs me.
I just shrug my shoulders at her. “Okay. Get her on the phone.”
He’s already here, there’s no way I'm sending him back to class by himself.
Matty grins up at me.
“Hi, Mrs Crow- Sorry. Ms Campbell.” The receptionist's voice suddenly isn’t so high pitched and nasally. “Yes, I’m calling because— “
I walk up to the desk and gesture for the phone. “Sorry— can I just… yep. Thank you.” I take the phone from her, the black cord pulled over the desk as I lean away from her.
“Allison?”
“Tate?”
It’s embarrassing that her name saying my voice sounds so sweet to my ears that I have to physically bite my fist so that I don’t groan. The receptionist crosses her arms.
