I’m shovelling the food into my mouth when I notice everyone staring at me. A blush creeps onto my cheeks and I swallow, “what?”
August snorts, “you eat like you haven’t had food in months.”
Claire smiles softly at me, elbowing August in the side to shut him up. “You’ve never had Estellas, have you?”
I shake my head, “I never really had anyone to go with.” The admission makes me realize just how fucked up my college experience has been so far.
I’ve spent the majority of the last four years following Nathan and Jurian around like a dog instead of doing things I’ve wanted to do. I always let them decide, and never pushed when I probably should have.
Part of me expects them to laugh, to mock me endlessly, but instead they all smile. Like they’re happy they get to experience this firstwithme.
“Guess we’ll just have to take her with us next time we go,” Miller tells the group, then turns to me. “It’s so much better in person.”
Steph plops down in one of the stools next to August, wrapping a hand around his, “they have these slushies that are to die for. I introduced them to Claire during freshman year, and she went crazy.”
Claire laughs, cuddling into Lucas like they’re the only people in the room. “They are amazing, but they don’t have the only good flavour-”
“Orange,” we say at the same time.
My eyes widen in shock.
The guys look between the two of us as we stare at oneanother, something like understanding coming over us as I realize we may be more similar than I thought.
I don’t know how, but I know that the reason why we both love orange slushies is the same.
They were a comfort when we didn’t have anything or anyone else. Something to make the days a little less dark.
“Can we keep her?” Steph chuckles, pointing at me like a pet in a window.
Maybe thereisa place for me here.
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DAVIS
Sasha rubs her hands together and blows into them as we walk out of class, “how the hell did it get cold so fast? I was sure we’d get an easy winter this year,” she whines.
A smirk pulls at my lips, “shame on you for doubting Texas weather.”
She glares at me, “I liked you better when you were sleeping. At least then you didn’t mock me.”
At the mention of her sleeping in my bed, my dick twitches to life and I have to dig my nails into my palm to make it fuck off.
Now is not the time, buddy. We’re in public, and I’m pretty sure you’d scare her halfway to Timbuktu.
She acted so weird the morning after she spent the night, darting out of my room like someone lit a match under her ass without so much as glancing my way.
Luckily, my friends intercepted her before she could run for the hills. It took her a second, but she finally chilled out and I got to spend a little more time withher.
God bless my nosy friends.
But even though I put up a front that everything was normal, I couldn’t stop thoughts from running through my head. I said something to upset her, but I can’t put my finger on what it was. Part of me thinks it was the comment about her sleeping with me every night, but that couldn’t possibly be it… could it?
Her crimson lips tip up into a grin at my lack of response, but she doesn’t say anything more about it. Instead, she gets this thoughtful look on her face, “walking in this is going to suck for the next couple months.”
I look down at her, curiosity getting the better of me. “Why do you walk everywhere?”
I knew she walked a lot, but I didn’t think she walked everywhere. No one likes walking that much, it’s impossible.
