Page 18 of Fast Lane


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The idiot from earlier pipes up again. “Lois Lane! I can’t believe it!”

I roll my eyes and watch as Lane does the same.

“I’m Lewis.” He scours my face. “This here is Donovan, and that’s Adam.”

“The Campus Drivers?” I ask, despite myself.

“Damn straight! Lois Lane… God, that’s too good.”

“Okay, so now we’ve got the introductions out of the way…”

“What did that asshole want?” Donovan asks me, crushing his can with his hand.

Without thinking, I look over at Lane, and spark a fresh bout of laughter among the guys.

“Not Lane! I mean Donald!”

“Oh! He said he had a room for me.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope!” I wave the sheet of paper.

“Bad idea. You just arrived, you don’t know that guy.”

I turn to the speaker. Adam, was it?

“He said I could call him Donny. We’re buddies now…”

I’m doubling down like a bratty kid, but my words trail off into silence as all eyes turn to Donovan.

He starts scanning the crowds for Donald, suddenly flustered. “I am going to break that bastard’s legs!”

“What did I say?”

“There’s only one Donny at SHU,” Lewis mutters, leaning into me like it’s some sort of grand conspiracy. “There might only be one Donny in the whole of the United States, come to think of it.”

He points a finger at Donovan, who’s fuming as he spins on his heels.

“It’s basically trademarked. That guy’s crossed a line,” Lewis adds with a scowl. “Absolute disgrace, dude.”

“Okay…”

This whole conversation is going over my head, and I start edging away from the group.

“You can’t say yes,” the quiet one calls after me.

Who the hell asked him?

“Adam, right?”

“Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

I can feel my hardness melting away, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know if it’s the gentle blue eyes that remind me of my younger brother, or the way he scrunches his nose up when he looks at me, like my dad does, but he oozes kindness.

“I haven’t decided yet, but I have to admit, I’m kind of running short on options, here.” I wave at Lane to catch his eye. “Can you give me a ride? My stuff is still in your trunk.”

“Like I’d forget. Where are we going?”