“Men and their basketball…” Adam says mockingly.
Donovan flips him the finger. “Nothing comes before basketball!”
“Sure thing, Donny!”
The ridiculous nickname has us in hysterics. Donovan is one of the most talented basketball players this college has ever seen and he’s captain of the team, which means he has groupies. Lots and lots of groupies. They came up with the adorable pet name Donny all by themselves and refer to themselves as the Donnies. And that asshole laps it up.
“And on that note…” Lewis swings his bag over his shoulder. “My future awaits!”
“And what’s she called, this ‘future’ of yours?” I tease as I follow.
He smirks at me. “Jessica. She’s got potential, let me tell you.”
I smooth my hair back. “Amen to that.”
We part ways in the main hall, and I get back to fending off the girls. This first week is usually pretty laid-back; it’s mainly geared toward the newcomers, while the other students come and go, getting themselves ready for the classes that start back up next Monday. The morning rolls by, and I even have time to schedule three student rides. Did I mention I fucking love college?
Feeling my phone vibrate, I stop in the middle of the hallway.
“Yes, Carter?” I sigh; this is his sixth call of the day. “Dude, you need to stop stalking me, it’s exhausting. You know I’ll never love you, right?”
Love anyone, come to think of it. Relationships suck the life out of you: I plan on waiting until I’m forty or fifty before getting started.
“Oh, you’re breaking my heart, lover.” My friend pretends to sob through the phone before switching tone. “Can I swing by tonight?”
“Nope! Tonight us guys have our big meeting.”
“Urgh!”
“You’re going to have to do without me, sweet cheeks.”
“Bro, you already stood me up on Sunday!”
He has a point. I had to cancel my work session with Carter because of a certain Heartbreak curled up on my couch, and how no matter what I tried, there was no waking her up. I left her to go and pick up my car from RJ that afternoon, and almost threw a glass of water in her face when I returned and found her in the exact same position. Luckily for her, I was on a high from getting my wheels back, so I cut her some slack. And that reminds me: Now that I think about it, I haven’t heard from her yet.
“Why don’t you come over on Wednesday evening?”
“How about tomorrow night?”
“Wednesday, and that’s my final offer.”
“Fine.” He sighs into the phone. “But I’m warning you, we’ll be needing the whole night.”
“You have a good day now,” I say before hanging up and heading back over to my friends in the park next to the medical wing.
“Where’s Lewis?” I fall back into the grass.
“Driving,” Adam replies, without looking up from his notes.
“We’re going to be doing some serious driving this year.” Don stretches. “We’ve started off strong, I’m betting we’ll at least triple our sales. Yesterday we had twice as many downloads in a single day thanwe did at the start of last year, and we haven’t even run the onboarding meeting for new students yet.” He grins at us. “By the way, some guy came to see me this morning to ask whether we needed a fifth Campus Driver.”
“What did you say?” Adam and I ask in unison.
“I said yes.”
“Are you for real?”
His grin widens. “I said we need someone to wash our cars.”
