Has she lost her goddamn mind sometime between leaving for class this morning and now?
“Well, humans kinda need to eat in order to survive, Lex,” I say slowly.
“But it’s Thursday. Shouldn’t you be at the game?”
“The game?”
I catch Willow’s smug little smirk from the corner of my eye, meanwhile Lexi looks like she’s ready to smack me upside the head for being so dense.
“Uh, yeah. Camden’s hockey game. They’re playing at home tonight, and you’re dressed like you’re about to go upstairs and binge the next season of some anime instead.”
“Actually, I have some work to get done for class,” I say, thewords coming out a little defensive.
Granted, I was planning to have an animeonwhileI worked—probably restartSword Art Online—but I choose to keep that bit of information to myself.
Pressing my tongue against my cheek, I quickly pull up the calendar app on my phone, swiping to where I’ve integrated Camden’s schedule into mine. There are study sessions in the library, and the list of home games I’m able to attend with his reserved family tickets. But since I need to finish up some drawing pages for a critique next week, and I have a test in calc coming up, I don’t have any games marked to attend until November.
My attention returns to the girls, and I shake my head while pocketing my phone again.
“And according to my schedule, I’m not supposed to go to the game tonight.”
“Not supposed to?” Willow echoes at the same time Lexi exclaims, “What the hell does that mean?”
I raise my hands in front of me at their reactions. “Jesus, I don’t know! Maybe that I don’t have to go to every single home game just because the guy I’m seeing is on the hockey team?”
Ugh. I can’t even bring myself to saydatingyet, despite the deal very clearly stating so. It’s something I’m gonna have to ease myself into.
Willow and Lexi share a look—one that very clearly reads something along the lines ofGod, boys can be so dumb—before Willow arches a brow in my direction.
“I hate to break it to you, Loge, but that’s exactly what it means.”
“Plus, don’t youwantto be there to support him?” Lexi tacks on, her gaze equally confused and imploring.
Fuck.
She makes a good point. A real boyfriend would be at everygame possible regardless of how much he hates being there, and if that’s what I’m pretending to be, then I should probably take what she’s saying to heart.
I just don’t think I have it in me to tackle this particular hurdle yet.
“I have work to get done, Lex. And it’s only one game.”
“Yeah, but it’s the rivalry game against Blackmore,” she reasons, crossing the kitchen toward me. “And besides, you and I both know you can easily knock out whatever work you have over the weekend. Which means you can go support your guy tonight.”
I do my best not to wince at her calling himmy guy,and instead focus on yet another way out of this situation. One that, even if Ididwant to go, would be an issue.
“It might be too late. I don’t have a ticket to the game, and Camden probably doesn’t have his phone on him to ask for one.”
She pins me with a look. “Your uncle would. You know, theircoach? So use the little bit of nepotism you’ve got, call him, and I’m sure he’d get you in.”
“Oh, and make sure he gets two extras,” Willow chimes in from across the island, a devilish grin on her face. “I haven’t been to a hockey game in years.”
I stare at the two of them as they wait patiently for me to put their well-thought-out plan into action. Which, unfortunately, seems to be my only option at this point.
With a sigh, I pull my phone back out, scrolling until I find my uncle’s contact.
“You two are relentless,” I grumble indignantly as I lift it to my ear.
With every ring, I pray he doesn’t have his phone on him or he puts me through to voicemail. But apparently the universe is hell-bent on making me a hockey fan tonight, because he answers on the fourth ring.
