Page 143 of The Plan

“A dog.” She just stares at me for a few seconds. I know I can get a dog from anyone, but Hazel is the only person I know for sure will know about this.

“Be specific, idiot.” I ignore her rude name for me and describe what I’m looking for. “I can definitely find one for you, but you’re looking to spend a chunk of money.” That isn’t a problem, but I ask anyway.

“How much?”

“Forty-five to sixty-five thousand, but—”

“That’s achunk?” That isn’t even a tenth of my bank account. I can spend that on Vid. I can spend triple that on her if she asks.

Hazel turns to the side like she remembers something. “I forget you and August are literally millionaire, professional baseball players sometimes.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” I look down at her old sneakers, and before I can look back up at her, a pillow hits me.

“These are my favorite pair of shoes, you ass.” I laugh and throw the pillow back at her, but she catches it.

“Good catch. You and August are still working on that?”

She nods proudly. Hazel isn’t the sporty type and barely understands baseball, but she practices with August for some reason.

“Okay, send me the guy's info, and don’t tell Vid.” I get up to leave, but she speaks up with a smart reply.

“Why would I tell her if it’s a surprise?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug and turn to her so I can see her reaction to my next sentence. “You’re a dumb bitch sometimes.” Her jaw literally drops, and her eyes fully widen as she gasps.Loudly.

I would’ve never called her that, but her reaction was worth it. Plus, for all the hard times she’s given me, I should have called her that a while ago.

“I’m telling August you just called me abitch.” She says it like I just committed a crime, but I may as well have.

“Please don’t.” I’m definitely not scared of him, but when it comes to Hazel, he can be a bit… intimidating.

“Too late, I’m texting him right—” I quickly walk over to her and snatch her phone from her hand, throwing it on the other side of the couch. “Hey!”

“Do not tell August. I was joking, and he’s going to hit me, then I’m going to have to kick his ass. You don’t want that, do you?”

She crosses her arms, testing me. “I really hope you know that if you and August everactuallyfought, he’d beat your ass.”

I throw my head back with a laugh, but she seems serious. “Hazel, you're overestimating your boyfriend. Sorry to break it to you, but no, he wouldn’t.”

“Do you want to bet on it?”

“That’s a bet neither of us will win because we’ll neveractuallyfight.” I think of all the times I’ve hit August, and he’s only hit me back less than half of those times.

All the other times we’ve fought, he's never really hit me. He’s not one to start a fight, and although he’ll definitely end one, he’ll never hit me.

“We’ll see about that.” She says it like she’s cooking up a scheme. Little menace.

“We won’t see because he’s a bitch too. Send me the dog guy’s info. I want to pick it up today.”

“Today? Who do you think you are? A celebrity?” I just stare at her. “Oh, right.” Yeah... I turn to leave, but Hazel stops me.

“Congrats, by the way.” I turn back to her, but the minute I do, she picks up her phone again. “Sorry, I missed the big night Sage planned for your soberversary.” I bite back a smile at whatever this is. Hazel’s being nice… to me. I don’t ask if she was abducted by aliens and take what I can get.

“Thanks, and don’t worry about it.” I shrug off the fact that she was drinking with Vid that night. I’m sure it was her idea, too, but it’s whatever.

“I’m not worried.” She rolls her eyes, and I shake my head at her. “August was just upset that you were upset, so…” She shrugs. “I’m not sorry for doing what I was doing, though.” My brows furrow, and she looks up at me now.

“I had a great time fucking your girl.”

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