"Why? It's true."
"What friend?" I ask.
"Eve," Danny says.
Kendrick kicks Danny's chair. "Seriously. Shut the fuck up."
"You like Eve?" I ask, surprised. "Since when?"
"Since last year," Danny says. "But he's too afraid to ask her out."
"I'm not afraid," he insists.
Danny ignores him and says to me, "He wants Brook to find out if Eve would go out with him. I'm sure the answer is no, but what the hell? Doesn't hurt to ask."
"I'm still trying to figure out why he likes Eve. She's not even close to being his type."
"I can't figure it out either. She's got a great ass and great tits, but say the wrong thing and Eve would punch you in the face. And what's with her hair? Every damn week she's got a different color."
"Yeah, but it's mostly blond. Kendrick's always been into blonds."
"True." Danny nods.
"What the fuck?" Kendrick's eyes bounce between Danny and me. "I'm sitting right here. Stop talking about me."
"Then say something," Danny says. "Now's your chance. Tell Dean what to tell Brook."
"Just get her to go to the party tonight with Eve," Kendrick says. "I'll take it from there."
"There's no way Eve's going to a football party," I say. "She hates that shit. And there's no way she's dating you. She doesn't like football players."
"She likes YOU."
"That's debatable. She tolerates me because of Brook."
"Just find someone else," Danny says. "Dean's right. There's no way Eve's going out with you. You play football and you sleep around. You're not her type."
"Dean isn't Brook's type and she's dating him."
"But she hated me at first," I say. "We had to become friends before we could become more than that."
"Try that," Danny tells Kendrick. "Try being her friend."
"Yeah, right. I've never been friends with a girl."
"I hadn't either before Brook," I say. "And it probably wouldn't have happened if I didn't hire her to tutor Jake."
Danny laughs, turning back to Kendrick. "Does your brother need a tutor? Maybe you could hire Eve."
"Aren't you in a class with her?" I ask Kendrick.
"Yeah, calculus. I hate that class."
"Ask Eve to study with you."
"She wouldn't do it. I almost got us both kicked out of that class because I was staring at her during a test. The teacher thought we were cheating."
"You were staring at her during a test?" Danny shakes his head. "Man, you got it bad."
