Page 15 of Baseball and Shifters

“Yeah, yeah. We all know you’re only studying psychology to learn how to hide your crazy better.”

Dallas throws one of the decorative pillows on the couch at Aubree as she giggles, easily dodging the attack.

“You’re the worst.” Dallas scowls at her.

“I learned from you, dear.” She gives Dallas an air kiss. “Now, what’s for dinner? I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” I laugh.

“True.” She shrugs, not even trying to deny it.

“Well, we’ve been here a week and still haven’t gone to the dang store. So it’s either go downstairs to the cafe or order takeout,” Dallas says.

“How about pizza?” Maya suggests. “I just want to stay in tonight. I’m not used to being out of the house so much.”

“Same. Oh my gosh. This week has been exhausting, being around so many people all the time,” I commiserate.

“I’m good with pizza.” Dallas shrugs.

“I’ll order!” Aubree offers, grabbing her phone and quickly tapping until she finds the right app. “What toppings does everyone want?”

“I’m good with pepperoni. No need to order anything special on my account,” Maya says.

“That works for me,” I say as I pull down a glass and fill it with water.

“Got it. It’ll be here in fifteen minutes,” Aubree says, putting her phone on the side table as she sits on the couch.

I join the others in the living room while we wait for the pizza.

“You’re awfully chipper today,” Dallas says, side-eyeing Aubree.

Maya and I share a look as Aubree suddenly freezes at Dallas’s comment. I don’t know what I missed. I think she’s chipper all the time.

“I’m just in a good mood. Is that against the law?” Aubree sasses, flipping her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.

Dallas’s mouth slowly stretches into an evil-looking grin. The gold flecks in her brown eyes catch the light and the way she stares Aubree down is almost predatory.

That can’t be good.

“So, tell me about the guy.”

I swear she stops breathing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What guy?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Bree. You know it never works out for you.”

Aubree sighs and deflates into herself as she murmurs something under her breath.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that. Say again?” Dallas says, smirking.

“I said,” Aubree sits up and glares at her best friend, “his name is Garth. He’s in the Liberal Arts program with me, he’s a peacock shifter, and we also have English together… Are you happy now?”

“I knew it!” Dallas crows.

Damn. I’m glad no one knows me well enough to pull my secrets out like that.

“Shut up. You don’t knoweverything,” Aubree grumbles, crossing her arms.

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