“What did I tell you about girlfriends screwing everything up?”
He punches my shoulder. “You aren’t fooling anyone, man.”
We exchange knowing glances.
“Dinner, guys!” Adam calls out from the garden.
“Who’s gonna feed me up there in New York?” Don scowls. “I bet I waste away…”
I’m last to reach the table, and as I stroll over to join the others, I take a beat for myself—just a moment to freeze-frame the scene. In a few days, we’ll be scattered across the country. We won’t be hanging out anywhere near as much. I want to photograph this moment in my mind.
Lane throws an ice cube in my face. “Stop checking us out, you pervert.”
“I’m gonna miss you, Laney Boy.”
“Hey, you know where to find me!” He smiles. “Lois and I are sticking around—not like the rest of you traitors.”
It’s true, I realize. Lane is the only Campus Driver who plans on staying in Sycamore Heights with his Super Girlfriend. Straight after graduating, he got himself a juicy contract for a high-profile X-rated series, and he doesn’t even need to move. He and Carter get to work remotely.
“At least you get to stay with your girlfriend,” Don grumbles.
“Wereallymessed with these guys’ lives, didn’t we?” Lois says, flicking her boyfriend’s face with a sausage.
“And their heads.” Carrie nods. “We took their Campus Driver egos, and we ripped them to pieces.”
“Or stamped the shit out of them,” Amy suggests.
The girls burst into giggles, leaning in for high fives.
“They kinda did,” I admit. “Lane learned to deal with his crap; Don won the best boyfriend trophy—”
“Though I have theactualtrophy.” Carrie raises her bottle triumphantly.
“Adam learned how to use his dick—”
“Oh my God! Not the d-word!”
Donovan sticks his fingers in his ears. “Dude, that’s mysisteryou’re talking about!”
“And he uses it so well,” Amelia purrs.
“Cut it out, guys!”
Lois smirks into her glass. “You really know how to give a speech, don’t you?”
“What didyoulearn?” Amy asks.
“Me? I was already the ultimate alpha.”
“Guess we need to do some more stamping on this one, girls.”
Before I know it, Amy’s hand is between my legs—and she’s tightening her grip.
“Fffffffffuuuuuuuu—”
“What’s he trying to say? I can’t make out the words,” Lois says innocently.
“No, I’m not hearing it, either.” Amy frowns, pressing down a little harder.
