“That’s because it’s totally an appropriate name for this place,” I explain. I glance around to make sure none of the guys are around and drop my voice. “Okay, what is the deal with the sports bra? I texted you a hundred times, but you never texted back.”
She winces. “Oh, sorry. I was busy and haven’t checked it since I got back.”
“So, why in the world would I need to wear a sports bra?”
She glances at me. “Did you?”
I roll my eyes. “Well, my bestie told me to; so, I did. But there had better be a really good reason why I’m wearing this awful contraption. You know, we can put a man on the moon, create a completely new world on Mars, and yet, nobody can figure out how to make a sports bra that doesn’t strangle you when trying to put it on.”
Evie laughs. “You just need one of those ones that zips up the front, and problem solved.”
My eyes widen. “They have those?”
She gives me a concerned look. “Girl, when was the last time you bought a sports bra?”
“Okay, so I don’t buy them all that often. I think the one I'm wearing is from like seventh or eighth grade.”
Evie’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. “Seriously? And it still fits?”
“Oh, yeah. I maturedveryquickly. Seventh grade was not kind to me.”
Her eyes drop to my chest, and I can’t stifle my laugh. “Not all of us are a very nearly A cup,” I tell her.
She narrows her eyes at me. “I am not a nearly A,” she whispers harshly to me.
I can’t help it; I’m on a roll. “It’s okay; having small boobs is not something to be ashamed of.”
Evie sputters. “I do not...” She takes a breath and waves her wooden spoon at me. “You’re messing with me, and I’m not going to fall for it.”
I grin at her. “Seriously, though. Why did I have to dress this way? I had a super cute top I was going to wear.”
She eyes my sweatshirt. “Tess, you’re always wearing Barracuda stuff anyway.”
“Exactly, which is why I wanted to wear something nice today.”
“Anyway,” Evie cuts in. “The reason I told you to dress that way is because we’re going to play—”
“No, don’t say it,” I cut in. “Please tell me we’re not playing sports.”
“We are,” Zane says walking into the kitchen and over to Evie. He kisses her and turns to look at me. “Hey, Tessa.”
“Hi, Zane. What do you mean we’re playing sports?”
Zane grabs a water bottle from the fridge. “We do every Sunday.”
Quint walks into the kitchen next. “Hey, Tessa.” Zane tosses him a water bottle. “I heard you were joining us today.”
I start shaking my head. “Nope, you heard wrong. Whatever it is you are or are not doing, I won’t be doing it.”
Quint grins. “What are we not doing?”
“Any of it,” I respond. He laughs, just as Slater walks into the kitchen. His eyes meet mine.
“Slate, your girl says she’s not doing any of it.”
“Oh,” I interrupt, feeling my face turn red but needing to correct the mistake. “I’m not his girl.”
“What are you not doing?” Slater asks, coming to stand next to me.
