I chuckle because Fletcher is anything but a douchebag… typically.
He just kind of has one of those faces when he’s just sitting there, not really in the conversation.
“He’s not my ex-boyfriend.”
“So, you got back together?” Isaiah takes another step closer to me.
“We were never dating.”
“You sure about that? The way Marcus talks about your friend group, you guysseemed—”
“We weren’t.”
“So,” he’s so close to me I can see the fog from his warm breath mixing with the cold air, “how would your actual boyfriend feel about you being out here talking to me?”
“Is that your way of finding out if I’m in a relationship without straight up asking me if I’m in a relationship?”
He shrugs.
“Maybe.”
“Sorry, wait, Isaiah, was it?” He gives me a small nod, a smart-assy smirk on his face. “I just, I don’t date athletes.”
I cross my arms and rest against the railing.
“Who said anything about dating?” He leans down; he doesn’t have to lean much because he’s not that much taller than I am, but he does it so we are eye to eye. “I’m just saying, from what I saw, you look like you could use a little fun in your life.”
“And you think that’s you?”
His lips brush against my ear.
“I know it is.”
twenty-seven
Fletcher
There she is!” I hop down the two steps that lead to the front door of this house. Becca shakes her head as she meets me at the bottom.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“What can I say? I’m awfully persuasive.”
I’ve been texting Becca for about an hour, trying to convince her to come to this party. Which has been hard because I know her ex, whatever he was, is a football player and will definitely be here. I mean, it’s a party to celebrate their big win a few nights ago.
“You’ve got me for an hour. And if I see Isaiah, I’m—”
“Running for the hills?”
“I was going to say that I’ll probably end up punching him in the face.”
I throw an arm around her shoulder, walking with her back to the front door. “Now that, I’d like to see.”
I think Becca would really fit in with our group of friends, not that she needs to meet new people; she already knows a ton of people. But it'd just be nice to know that Becca could get along with my best friends, so I’d know what things I could invite her to in the future.
When we reach the couch that was previously full of my friends, only a handful of people remain.
“Where’d everyone go?”
