“You had the flu and had to go to the hospital. I think it’s excused.”
“All right. Yeah, let me make sure Camila is around. Addie left for a work trip with her mom this morning.”
My phone pings, and it’s Mase again. “Your brother is calling. He’s called a few times.”
“You can take it. I’m meeting your mom and sister now for lunch.”
“Okay, have fun. Tell them I say hi. Love you, call me tonight.”
“Love you, too!” She smacks her lips together, then hangs up.
The second I pull the phone away from my ear, it rings again.
What the hell?
“Yo.”
“Hey. You on campus?”
“No, why?”
“I’m here. Wanted to meet up.”
I narrow my eyes and look down at the phone. “You’re here and want to meet up. What the fuck does that mean? Sounds more like a booty call. Are you not getting your dick sucked enough, rookie?”
“You’re hanging out with your brother too much. I had to fly out for something and was in the area.”
He’s being vague, and I have no clue why.
“I have a team lunch. Meet me back at my place in like two or three hours.”
“Sounds good.” He hangs up, and I stand there staring at my phone, completely fucking confused.
I throw my car keys in the bowl by the front door and kick off my sneakers.
“Mase?” I call out.
“In the kitchen.”
I walk in to see him raiding our fridge. “Help yourself.”
“Already did.” He walks out into the living room and plops his body onto the sofa.
“Dude. You’re being fucking weird.”
His eyes connect with mine as he shoves popcorn in his face, and I realize now that it’s not him, the massive food-pit professional football player, eating my food.
It’s my best friend, who is stress eating, something his sister does often.
“Did you tell Maddie I’m here?”
“No, I spoke to her earlier, never had a chance.”
He blows out a deep breath.
“Mason!” I snap. My patience is about done.
“Do you love my sister?”
