“Jacob’s right. We don’t have long before the two of you have to head to class. Let’s eat and forget about everyone but us.”
Dylan
I’m halfway through my afternoon lecture, laptop open but barely anything typed, when my phone buzzes in my lap. I sneak a glance under the desk, hoping the professor doesn’t notice. It’s a text from Matthew.
Matthew: Babe, me and Woosley chatted, and you’re off tonight. We have some things to address, and we don’t need you being a target. Enjoy your night off. I’ll give you a workout when I get home.
A smile tugs at my lips, and before I can stop it, a little heat curls low in my belly. My panties dampen at the thought of“working out” with Matthew. I quickly bite my lip to suppress the grin spreading across my face.
Me: Promises, promises.
I hit send, imagining the smirk that’s probably sitting on his face as he reads my message.
“I’ll now let you work on your notes for the remainder of class. We will have a test at the end of next week,” the professor drones, and I’m thankful we’re done hearing his monotone lecture for the day.
“You look way too happy for someone stuck in this boring class,” a voice next to me teases.
I turn my head to see a girl sliding into the seat beside mine. She looks familiar—maybe from another class—but I’ve never spoken to her before. Her bright red hair is tied into a high ponytail, and she’s wearing a hoodie with the school’s logo and a pair of black leggings. There’s something relaxed and easy about her, like she doesn’t take herself too seriously.
"Am I that obvious?" I ask, setting my phone down on my notebook.
She grins. "Little bit. I’m Avery, by the way."
“Dylan,” I reply, offering a small smile. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. So, what’s got you all smiley over there? Boyfriend texting you or something?” she asks, leaning on her elbow with a curious glint in her eye.
I hesitate for a second before answering, “Something like that.”
She laughs softly. "Say no more. Trust me, I get it." She tugs out her phone and taps at the screen. “This class is so dull—how are you even staying awake?”
“I’m not,” I admit with a chuckle. “It’s a struggle every day.”
Avery pretends to groan dramatically. A few people glance our way, but she doesn’t seem to care.
“So, Dylan, since this class sucks... What are you doing after?” Avery asks, nudging me with her shoulder.
I blink, caught off guard by how casually she asks, like we’ve been friends forever.
“Uh, no real plans. I was supposed to have lacrosse practice, but I got the night off. So just heading home, I guess.”
Avery’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh shit,you’rethe girl on the lacrosse team! I’ve heard about you.”
I roll my eyes, already bracing for the worst. “And I’m sure it’s all bad things.”
Avery grins wickedly. “Is having a gold-plated pussy with sprinkle-tasting cum a bad thing? Then yeah, all bad things.”
I laugh, harder than I’ve laughed all day. This girl is ridiculous—and I love it.
“So what do you say?” Avery continues, her grin turning mischievous. “Come grab dinner with me. Maybe a drink or two? I promise I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.” She winks.
It’s weird how easy it feels—like I’ve known her longer than the five minutes we’ve been talking. And honestly, it sounds nice. I haven’t really made any female friends since I transferred from my old high school, and it’s always been easier to hang with the guys. But there’s something about Avery—maybe it’s the way she seems so unapologetically herself—that makes me want to say yes.
“You know what? Dinner sounds good," I say.
Her grin widens. "Atta girl."
I take out my phone and shoot a quick text to the group chat with the guys.
