“Since when? You didn’t go to his games before.”
“Trystan, we’re not going to start arguing about this. I’m going. We’ll see you there.” He motions for me to end the call.
“Will you be home tonight?” I ask Trystan, taking him off speaker.
“Not sure. I might stay over at Porter’s.”
Porter is one of his soccer player friends. He’s gorgeous, but has a girlfriend. Not that I’d date him if he were single. I have Jackson, who’s even hotter than Porter, and an amazing kisser. The kiss we had earlier was supposed to lead to more later tonight, but now that plan is off because of Brock. Because he decided to stay here because of Kristen. If Kristen had just kept her mouth shut, everything would’ve gone as planned, and I’d be spending the night with Jackson.
“I gotta go,” Trystan says. “We’re leaving.”
As I put my phone away, Brock pulls up to the taco place.
“You sure you want to eat here?” he says, eyeing the place.
“It’s good. And it’s fast and we don’t have much time.”
He sighs as he gets out of the car. “I think I’ll pass.”
“C’mon,” I say, motioning him to the door. “Trystan and Braden eat here. They like it.”
“I didn’t know they came here,” he says as we go inside.
We order our meals and sit down at a table. Brock gets his phone out and ignores me, as usual, but I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to text Burt, my code name for Jackson.
Can’t meet tonight,I text.
He immediately responds.Why not?
Brock is staying here. We’re going to the game.
He never goes.
He has to.
I glance up at Brock. He’s swiping through his phone, totally clueless that I’m talking about him.
The principal guilted him into it.
He talked to the principal? About Kristen?
We both got called into his office. I have to go to counseling.
I wait for his response, but he doesn’t text back.
“Halliway,” the guy at the counter yells out.
“Uncle Brock?” I say.
He looks up. “What?”
“Could you get the food?”
“They don’t bring it to us?”
“Never mind. I’ll get it.” I go over there and bring the food back. Brock’s still scrolling through his phone.
A text finally pops up from ‘Burt.’
