We flip each other the bird. Laughing, Andy walks away. “See you at practice, bro. Don’t forget to text Lily.”
I find Lily in my contacts and send her a text.
Me: How you holding up? I’m here if you need someone to talk to
Lily: Thanks Taron. Still getting over the shock of what happened
When I get ahold of the POS who dares think it’s okay to feel up a girl without her consent . . .
Me: This might be too soon and if so, I understand, but would you like to go out with Andy and me tonight? We’re heading to Shades after practice.
Lily: I would love to but have already made plans. Can I take a raincheck?
Me: Sure thing
Lily: Thanks Taron! Cannot wait to meet Andy
I toss my phone on the bed. Fall back. Close my eyes.
Practice isn’t coming fast enough.
14
Syn
“You did what?!”
Arms crossed, Midnight glares at me.
I shush him.
“You telling me to shut up?”
“Keep it down. You yelling at me is embarrassing.”
“I’m not the one who promised the football team a round of drinks,” he says, his voice low.
Half are coming in tonight and the other half, tomorrow. All they need to do is show their DU student ID and football jersey.
“Take it out of my pay.” I cross my arms, mirroring Midnight’s stance.
Give Midnight an inch and he will take your soul. Is that what happened with him and Riley? Did he take advantage of Riley’s kindness and generosity? Or is it the other way around?
It’s difficult to know with those two. They have this hate-to-love, love-to-hate thing going on that changes minute by minute and day by day. Case in point, tonight, they are hating on one another.
“There’s nothing to take. You hardly put in hours.”
“Then let me detail your Escalade.”
“And risk you taking it for a joyride? No go, Syn.”
“How else can I repay you?”
“Get yourself a boyfriend.”
“What?” I sputter. “Midnight, you can’t be serious. Dare will have a shitfit.”
“Stop with the excuses, Syn.”