“I don’t know, it’s unlikely. More likely it’s a pissed off rivalteam’s fan. Or some douche who’s into women who are far out of his league.”
My hands tightened in my pockets. “Not making me feel at ease here.”
“I don’t want you to be complacent.”
“I can look after myself,” I argued as we reached my dorm.
“Course you can.” Jett strode past me and waited at the door. “What?” he asked as he looked down at me. “You wanted to talk nutrition, I’m all yours.”
Reminding myself repeatedly that he was my best friend — and it was wrong to stab him — I climbed the stairs and opened my door.
We spoke for thirty minutes or so about the things I needed for my class assignment. My professor had looked over my work earlier, and, realizing I had been more or less looking after the boys since I was serious enough to know what I wanted to do with my life, she decided to throw me a curve ball for extra credit. I had to introduce new food to them, new high-fat food, and make it balance with their exercise, training, and other food intake.
I was very lucky in that all of the boys on the football team were serious about their game. Most were hopeful for the draft, and those who weren’t, well, they weren’t letting their teammates down by living off pizza and chips.
Jett was looking between the list and me with furtive glances. “If you make me eat it, I’ll die.”
“I thought I was the drama queen?” I goaded him as I nudged his shoulder.
“Queeny, I can’t, I’ll throw up.”
“It’s because it’s green, isn’t it?” I asked him shrewdly. “What if I blend it into a drink? Like a protein shake.”
“I’m going to barf.”
Sighing, I leaned back into my sofa. “Well, I need one of you to eat it.”
“Make Gray do it,” Jett said instantly.
“That’s cheating, he already eats it on toast with a boiled egg.” I pointed at my spreadsheets. “See, three days a week.”
Jett peered at the screen and then back to me. “He’s so fucking weird,” he said to me.
“It’s just avocado,” I muttered. “It’s not like it’s chicken feet.”
“Gray eats them anyway,” Jett mused. “If it’s got chicken in the title, he’s munching on down.”
I giggled despite myself. “Fine, you can skip avocado, but I’m putting it in your food diary, and you will lie and say you ate it.”
“Why can’t Ash eat it?” Jett read over the list of foods.
“I could, but I need him to eat the raw eggs.”
“He’s never going to do it.” He leaned back beside me, his voice strong with confidence. “He knows they build muscle. He doesn’t want to tip over his weight.”
“I know. Ugh, at this rate, I’m tempted to make you all smoothies and not tell you what’s in them.”
“You should have gone with that plan.” Jett nodded as he grinned at me. “But now you can’t, because I know it’s raw eggs and avocado.” He stuck his fingers down his throat, and I laughed along with him.
We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he ruined it.
“What’s going on with you and my brother?”
“Which one?” I teased him, hoping my voice didn’t give away my nerves.
“You know which one.”
“Nothing. Why would you say there was?” I moved forward, ready to stand, ready to walk away from him. His hand clasped around my wrist as he pulled me back.
