“Uh, yeah. Doesn’t everyone?”
“No. I don’t think so. Do you carry it around with you or what?”
“Ronnie.” She sighed and picked up a Frisbee that had landed in front of us. She threw it back with a huge smile. The sun hit her hair the perfect way and I felt sucker-punched in the gut. “I carry it around in my head. I know who’s on it and who isn’t.”
“Who the hell is on your list?” I refused to believe she had one. She liked everyone and everything. I’d witnessed her become friends with an asshole who’d taken her parking spot. She could not possibly have a shit-list.
“Hm, well, Jenn and Travis Fish.”
“Who the fuck are they?”
“My neighbors growing up. They always threw parties and my brother was old enough to go. I wasn’t. They looked fun.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re on my shit-list.”
“Nah, you’ve already told me I’m your favorite person.” She smirked, a little too much confidence on her face.
“Goddamn it, I shouldn’t have told you that.” I laughed. “Don’t get cocky on me.”
“Don’t say the work cock,Aaron.” She mocked me and feigned a sigh. “I should go. You should, too.”
“Wait, why?”
“I work tonight. Plus, you should check your email.”
I froze. “Why, Greta?”
“I may or may not have signed you up for every club I walked by.” She grinned like a lunatic. “Have fun at the Non-Creepy People Watchers Club.”
Then she took off running toward her place. I shook my head, watching her. I couldn’t believe she’d done that. What an asshole.
My little lunatic.
Chapter Fifteen
Greta
My first day of classes flew by—the opposite of everyone else I knew. Callie stressed about her internship, the guys stressed about fitting workouts into their already stacked schedule and I hung around with a smile. The guys were encouraged to take more classes in the fall as their season made them miss a lot of class in the spring. It made sense but taking twenty credit hours would not be easy. I offered to help, but they insulted my fifth-grade math class. Sure, it was simple math, but not everyone could do long division like I could.
I smiled, listening to Zade and Callie zing each other back and forth on who had harder classes. For a pitcher, Zade was crazy smart. Callie, on the other hand, worked harder than anyone I would ever meet in my entire life. So, when they fought, I had no doubt my girl Cal would win. To prove my point, she picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.
“Callie, don’t be a dick.” He laughed and pulled her into his arms. I sighed, happy for them. Only a tiny, miniscule part of my heart felt envious. A speck. A dot. “When are you going to cook for us? We’re withering away.”
Another reason I loved Zade—he was just as obsessed with her cooking as I was. I shared a look with him, and he winked. “Is Aaron coming over?”
“No idea. Haven’t talked to him at all today.” I shrugged. I had to play it cool. The last thing I wanted was to get emotionally attached to Aaron and look like a damn fool in front of all our friends. It was a disaster with a capitalD. I’d had sex with guys before…ones I’d never gotten feelings for. It could be done. “If Callie cooks like she promised, he’ll show up. He’s like a damn dog.”
“That’s true. I don’t know how he knows. I swear, I started cooking chicken Parmesan a couple weeks ago and he showed up. Zade didn’t even know.” She grinned with a glint in her eyes. “He’s a wack-a-doodle.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s something all right.”
“How’s the fake dating going?” Zade directed all his attention to me. I fought a groan. Zade had a face that belonged on calendars. Hell, Aaron did too, but Zade’s face was more masculine. Aaron bordered on pretty. Now that I thought about it, I could make some money selling calendars bearing them half-dressed. I’d have to ask Callie about it later. “I haven’t heard anything more about Aaron’s little scandal.”
I nodded. “It’s going well. We hang out all the time anyway. We just added some making out and shit.”
“Yeah.” He shared a smirk with Callie. “We saw.”
“What doesthatmean?” I fired back. I despised being on the end of a joke.
