“Because, spoiler, we talk about things that aren’tyou.”
Though heat burnishes his cheeks, he grouses, “Why aren't I called Fabio then?”
“I don’t know. Ask her!”
“I recognize him.” Pecan takes a sip of coffee then another sip of soda immediately after—honestly, he has guts of steel. “She has a whole collection in her library. I just thought she liked the books.”
Wynter hoots. “I’m sure she does.”
“She likes the covers more,” Lex cackles.
“There’s a Fabian in my ENV class.” Gregg peers at the picture on Wynter’s cell. “Weird kid. From England. Intense. Looks nothing like that guy.”
“He’s in my computer science class too,” Pecan inserts. “Definitely weird.”
“We share an elective.” Lex defends, “He’s cute! Don’t be mean.”
“Weird.”
“Cute!”
“WEIRD.” Gregg smirks when Lex huffs.
“You have no taste anyway, Gregg. You’re not allowed an opinion.” To me, she gags. “He likes Nevaeh.”
“OnPassion Island? Ugh! She’s so bitchy. Why would you like her? She has the personality of a piranha.”
“What a way to go though,” he says dreamily.
As we delve into last night’s episode, I keep an ear open for any other outbursts.
Alec’s good sense seems to have kicked in—the last thing the team needs is to be down a player like Zach—so shit’s relatively quiet.
The fact that Zach needs eyes on him while he’s playing yet offered to skip a game for my honor has me squirming inside.
As a grand gesture, for a hockey player looking to get drafted into the NHL, there isn’t muchgrander.
The guys mostly bicker about their last game, chirping and talking big when, Zach’s skills aside, that mess against Georgetown was close to the wire.
When the end of Lex’s break nears, I shoot her and Wynter a grateful smile. “Thanks for keeping me company, guys.”
“No worries, Denver. We’ll have to chat again sometime.”
“I’d like that.”
And I’m not even lying.
I’ve always had guy friends. Always. It’s just what I do. My failsafe. I’ve been surrounded by them from an early age so it makes sense. Especially once Pecan and Zach grew into their faces and I became a stepping stone for other girls to stand on to get to them. But Lex’s cool and Wynter seems sweet—considering both were Pi Beta Epsilon sisters at one time or another, I have no choice but to admit that they’re not all bitches.
Amazingly, neither girl is afraid of the testosterone these morons emit like it’s CO2.
“Hey, you hang around Callan Korhonen, right?”
“We’re buds.”
Wynter bites her lip. “I thought he was your tutor?”
“He is.”
