“What are we gonna do today?”
“Lay as low as possible,” he groans before catapulting himself onto the sofa. “But if you want to do something, feel free. I’ve got a date with this lovely cushion and the football.”
My brows hit my hairline. “Really?”
“I have games to catch up on.”
“Funny, I thought you were over football after you ditched the team last term.”
Finn narrows his eyes at me. “I had to. I was falling behind in class.”
“Oh…” I trail off. “Not because of Maya?—”
“Do not bring up her name,” Finn warns me. “I beg.”
I raise my hands in defence. “If only you’d talk to me about what happened.”
If there’s one thing I know about Finn, he keeps his cards close to his chest.
He practically fell in love with Maya the moment he laid eyes on her in second year, and now? I have no idea what happened between them because he won’t open up to me.
I’d never push him, but it frustrates me to see him suffer.
“Nothing happened,” he grumbles before reaching for the TV remote. “Now shut up and watch the game.”
“Fine,” I huff. “Whatever.”
We get through twenty minutes of the first game when I hear footsteps echo down the stairs. I twist my head to see Ivy strolling past. She doesn’t glance my way as she reaches the front door.
“Bye,” she says quietly.
“Bye,” Finn groans into his pillow like a sloth.
My phone vibrates beside me and I glance at it.
Unknown Number:
Hey, it’s Daisy. It was so cool to meet you last night. I was wondering if you’d want to meet up another time, alone. Just us two. It would be nice to get to know each other.
I clear my throat and glance at Finn. “You know much about Daisy? She was at the party last night.”
“You mean that smoking hot brunette, Victoria’s Secret model lookalike?” He manages to pick his head up from the pillow an inch to look at me.
“Uh, yeah. I guess that’s her.” I give him a bemused look.
Thinking back to last night, there was a lot going on and new people to meet. From what I can remember, she was pretty with the dark, alluring, mysterious vibe going on that most guys would find sexy.
Finn snorts to himself and turns back to the screen. “She’s Ivy’s best friend. Total man-eater.”
Ivy’s best friend.
Well shit. I wasn’t expecting that. Does she know we hooked up?
“Why?” Finn mutters.
“She just texted me asking to hang out.”
His mouth hangs open now, and I have his attention. Then by some miracle, he pushes himself up from the sofa. “She texted you?”
