Olivia seems mildly annoyed by my confession but nothing more. And even that is fleeting. She’s never been able to stay mad at me.
“You know I live vicariously through you,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “Please, you make me censor all the good parts.”
“I’m more into the romance of it, not the graphic details. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to look some of these guys in the face when you’ve mimicked what they sound like when they’re…” her words trail off and she raises her eyebrows in place ofcoming.
I bite my lip to suppress the laughter bubbling up in my throat as I wave a hand. “Oh, I never did that.”
Actually, I did.
Once.
No, twice.
But you should have heard them. I can’t even think about it without chuckling.
“Yes, you did. Twice. That’s two guys I have to avoid on campus. And one of them ended up in my stats class last semester and kept trying to talk to me. Do you have any idea how awkward that was?”
Poor Olivia. I can only imagine.
“Fine, I did, but that’s beside the point, because I won’t be handing over any details this time,” I add primly.
“Well, well, well,” Olivia singsongs with a grin. “Isn’t this an interesting turn of events.”
I bump my shoulder into hers as my face heats. This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to keep the intimate details to myself.
Olivia does a double take and her eyes widen. “Oh my God, you’re blushing! I didn’t think that was possible.”
“I amnotblushing,” I grumble, wishing that she would stop looking at me and making a big deal out of this.
“Yeah, you are.” She makes loud kissy noises. “Awww, isn’t that sweet!”
“Oh, be quiet,” I mutter. Years of merciless teasing have come back to bite me in the ass. Olivia is finally getting her revenge.
My friend chuckles, clearly enjoying the change in our predicaments. “I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that you and Carter are an item.”
That makes two of us. This entire relationship has taken me by surprise. But in the best way possible. When Carter decided we were done keeping our situation under wraps, he wasn’t kidding. After he told Noah, it’s like the floodgates opened. He made it clear to everyone that I was his girlfriend which means that when we walk across campus, he holds my hand. It also means that when we’re in class, he’s parked next to me with his arm slung across my shoulders.
I never thought Carter would be one for PDA. The memory of him kissing me in front of a packed quad a couple of days ago flits through my brain. The catcalls and applause that broke out afterward were thunderous. It’s like he wants everyone to know that I’m his and he’s mine.
I can’t say that I don’t love it.
“Hey, I’m looking for Daisy Thompson,” a voice shouts from the sidelines of the football field.
Olivia and I turn and stare, but neither of us say a word.
“Where are you, Daisy Thompson?” he yells again.
Sensing that something is about to happen, the students surrounding us quiet. Their necks crane to get a look at the guy onthe field. I shade my eyes trying to figure out who he is and why he’s shouting my name.
He’s obviously part of the team because he’s in uniform. I know a lot of the players, but I’m not acquainted with everyone. I’m better friends with the more senior guys who are close with Noah and Carter.
When he bellows my name for the third time even louder than before, I wave my hand in the air. “Here! I’m right here.” Apparently, he’s not going to leave until I reveal myself.
He unleashes a dimpled smile as his eyes settle on me.
Olivia elbows me in the side and leans closer. “He’s cute.”
