Page 43 of The Puckable Playbook

Wait…

I send a few periods in a row to bury the rest of the conversation so Clark won’t read what we’re saying.

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What the fuck was that?

The score, Zaiah.

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m feeling better?

I smile, shaking my head.So stubborn.

“What are you smiling about?” Clark asks.

I nearly jump out of my skin. I’d almost forgotten he was waiting. “Oh, Zaiah’s being…Zaiah.” I point to the phone like the evidence is all there, but when Clark looks over, I angle it out of the way.

Since I nursed you back to health all night, I know you’re fine. The score.

For the record, I think this is ridiculous.

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5–2, sexy butt.

You ass.

I cover up the sexy butt and show my phone to Clark. “From a player himself.”

“Okay.” He sighs as he changes the score, not even realizing that I switched the order around. “Wonder if the rest of these are even right.”

“Dev should probably pay more attention. All of them could be wrong.”

He shudders, and I agree. We’re here to report the news, not give out misinformation.

My phone buzzes again.

How’s the flirting?

I flirt adequately, thank you.

Adequately? I can already tell this is going terribly.

That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t only nurse jocks back to health, I can flirt with the best of them.

“You sure do smile at your phone a lot.”

“I smile at you, too, if you would pay attention.”

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