“Told you,” Denny sings.
I scowl at them both. “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Yeah,right.Tell that to folks who didn’t watch you piss your pants in Mrs. Jackson’s class.”
Denny snorts and the rest of the group, apart from Addison, who’s still simpering, chuckles.
“I was five, jackass.”
“I know all your faces, my man,” Pecan chirps then has the audacity to stick up his fingers. “The ‘I need to shit’ face?—”
Denny throws a fry at him. “Some of us are eating, moron.”
He ignores her. “The ‘I need to get laid’ face, the ‘I’m hungry’ face, and the ‘I’m com?—’”
“We get the picture, Pecan,” Hailey chides when she takes one look at me and appears to recognize that I’m about to launch myself over the table to shut him the hell up.
“If you know all my faces, then what’s this one? Could it be the ‘I’m pissed at you and Denny’ face because you replaced my protein powder with pure cacao yesterday?”
“That’s my concern, dude. I don’t know for sure.” He holds a hand to his heart. “That kind of stunt would ordinarily lead to said cacao being dumped in my bed—” To Hailey, he mutters, “Total sexism. He wouldn’t dare do that to Denny.”
Denny preens because… he’s right.
Even before I recognized the whole tittage situation she has going on, I’d never have dared prank her like that.
Denny might be short. She might have a sweet smile. But she’s deadly.
Peeks continues, “Instead, you’re just growly. I gotta figure this shit out so I can put it in my Zach wiki. I’m going to use it for the unofficial autobiography I’ll write when you win the Stanley Cup eight times.”
Denny hoots. “You mean that you’ll make me write for you.”
Pecan grins. “I’m not feeling the love, D.”
“You wouldn’t. I’m not writing anything unofficial.”
“60/40?”
“40/60 because I know just as much about him as you do.”
“Guys, we don’t even know if I’ll make it to the NHL. There’re a ways to go before?—”
A multitude of groans greets my statement. Even Alec, who’s jealous as fuck because he might be the C but he’s a shit player, throws a paper napkin at me.
“You’re heading to the big show, Zach.”
“A torn ACL is all it takes to fuck with my plans,” I tell them truthfully.
The fact that Denny thinks I have a big head was never an issue before.
Now, it is.
It’s a massive issue.
One massive issue in a list of them that makes her see me only as a best friend.
Yes, I’m well aware that it didn’t matter to me before I noticed she had tits and legs. Andyes, I know I’m a douche. But she doesn’t have to know that, does she? More than she already does.
Fuck my life.
