“It’s just weird, you know? Usually, you’d be”—she waves her hands vaguely—“stumbling home with some happy, random girl.”
I exhale sharply, irritated. Because she’s right. Normally, I’d be anywhere but here.
I should have been. Instead, I wasted half my night getting tangled up in Delilah fucking Greer’s love life.
And all for nothing. She still hates me and there is zero chance of me giving her that orgasm. As much as it would be fun to have a one-time fling with Delilah, I know she would never bite. She’s made it perfectly clear how not into me she is.
“So, did you check your email yet?” Tara asks.
“For what?”
“The competition. You said you don’t even know what it’s about yet,” she says, like it should be obvious.
“Oh. Right.” I shrug. “I haven’t looked yet. I’ll check tomorrow.”
My enthusiasm after finding out Jared was in got swiftly replaced with excitement for the party.
“Seriously?” Tara frowns.
“Yeah. And?”
She huffs, like she can’t believe my complete lack of concern.
“Troy, you realize this is, like, a huge deal, right?”
“I guess.” Tara’s always been more…detail-oriented than I. I don’t sweat the small stuff, really.
She gawks at me. “You guess?”
I shrug again. “Look, if It goes well it goes well alright.”
Tara stares at me, visibly offended by my complete lack of urgency.
“You are so annoying.”
“And yet, you keep talking to me. Anyway, have you heard back yet, Alf?”
Alfie—who has been silent this entire time, just existing in his usual state of quiet judgment—finally speaks.
“I didn’t apply,” he says.
Tara blinks. “What? Why not?”
“It’s partnered,” Alfie says simply. “I didn’t want to deal with that my senior year. I don’t really need it either. The stuff with meteorites is going really well.”
“Wait, it’s partnered?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Alfie says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “They are making you network and find someone with a complementary skill set.”
I frown. “That sounds like a pain in the ass.”
“Exactly,” Alfie says. “I’ve got enough shit on my plate with research.”
Tara rolls her eyes. “You two are so dumb. You could have at least tried?—”
“And have to deal with some random person dragging me down?” Alfie raises a brow. “No, thanks.”
Tara gives him a flat look. “You do realize most people would be lucky to have you as a partner, right? You would be a great team worker.”
