“How you doing, blondie?” I tease, jerking my chin at his freshly dyed mop. “Your mom give you highlights, or what?”
“Nope! I let some Cali girl play with my hair while I played with her boobs. That was some vacation, man.”
Donovan swipes at one of his bleached curls. “You must have been very hungry.”
Lewis shoves him away. “I’m not one for dieting!”
I high-five Don and blow Adam a kiss as he straightens.
“The Campus Drivers are back in town!” Lewis announces, shouting it over to the other students and striking a series of bodybuilder-style poses. Enthusiastic whistles and jealous male grumblings wash over him.
Sorry, guys, but the world really is our oyster!
“Who’s the girl you dropped off?” Donovan points at my car.
I glance over. She’s still right where I left her. “A freshman.”
“They usually make some kind of effort for the first day,” Lewis teases.
I snicker, watching as she finally decides to make a move toward the main entrance.
“Her boyfriend dumped her,” I say flatly. “I found her on my stairs.”
What I don’t say is how she spent a day and night on my couch. I don’t want their imaginations running wild—scripts are my job, not theirs.
“What a saint. Come on, admit it: You gave her the first ride for free.”
“I felt sorry for her.”
“Grow a pair!”
Lewis squints into the sun. “She cute?”
“Meh. The brokenhearted type doesn’t give me a hard-on.”
“Right, I forgot you’re Mr. I Only Date Actresses now! Damn, when do I get a taste of your film industry perks, huh?”
“You wouldn’t make the grade, asshole. And you giving them all chlamydia is not a risk I’m willing to take.”
“Hey, you swore you wouldn’t mention that again!”
I watch as clusters of students drift toward the buildings, listening distractedly as Adam and Lewis tell us about their vacations. Those two are like twin brothers. They’re the only ones who are childhood friends, the rest of us have known each other for two years now.
“Ready for your third back-to-school frenzy?” Donovan claps his hands.
“It’s my fourth, remember?”
I’m a junior like them, but I’m a year older. I had to retake my freshman-year courses, which is how I met them. Just goes to show there’s always a silver lining.
“Why don’t we hang out tonight, guys? We need to get moving, get the app synced up with our schedules. How about we meet at your place, Lane?”
That’s Adam for you—always the serious one. Thank God for him!
I nod, shoving a piece of gum in my mouth. This is always the biggest headache of this job: fitting our slots around our various classes so we hit up as many customers as possible.
Lewis is already whining. “We’re meeting up with our coach after lunch. Hope he’s not going to go wild with the training sessions like he did last year! Hey, can’t you nudge him in the right direction, Donovan?”
“Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? Sure, Coach is my dad, but when it comes to campus, he doesn’t give a shit about what I say, so just let it go.” Donovan shakes his head. “You just spent the whole summer with your finger up your ass, time to get back to work. We’ve got a championship to win!”
