“With a little assistance,” I tack on.
“I would have figured it out eventually. But yes, with a little assistance.” He grins.
“I still can’t believe you’re getting married.”
“Well, it’s still a couple of years out.” He shrugs.
“Are you anxious about waiting until she graduates?”
“Not at all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d marry her today. But I know that waiting is the right move and honestly, as long as at the end of the day I know she’s mine, I don’t really care all that much.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when Kai Elliot turned into one ofthoseguys.”
“And what kind of guy are you referring to exactly?”
“The sappy kind.”
“So I’m sappy now, am I?”
“Just a little bit.” I hold my index finger and thumb a couple of inches apart. “Little bit.” I giggle at the look he gives me.
“So are you gonna tell me who you were texting earlier?”
“What?” I act confused, though maybe surprised would be a more genuine response, given that Iamsurprised that he noticed I was on my phone at all.
“You know, earlier, when you were staring at your phone like it might end up in the pool with me and Jackson.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Kind of hard not to when your fingers were tapping against the screen so hard it was a wonder the damn thing didn’t shatter.”
“It was nothing.”
“Didn’t look like nothing.”
“It’s just this guy... Macallan.”
“Stewart?”
“You know him?”
“I know of him. He’s a receiver on the football team, right?”
“He is.”
“So what did he do?”
“Huh?”
“The way you were looking at your phone, I can only assume he did something.”
“Lyric hasn’t told you?”
“Is there something she should have told me?”
“No. Just some stupid stuff that happened freshman year.”
“What kind of stupid stuff? Do I need to intervene?”
