Page 25 of The Girlfriend Goal
"That's load-bearing. We can't move it."
"Load-bearing pizza boxes." Jared shook his head. "And Rachel wonders why I worry about her spending time here."
"She's been here?" Matt shot me a betrayed look.
"For project stuff," I said quickly.
"Right. Project stuff. That's definitely why she came home at 2 AM last night looking all flustered and smiley." Jared's grin was pure evil. "Must’ve been some very stimulating project work."
"We were studying!"
"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
"Okay!" I steered Jared toward the door before he could cause more damage. "Thanks for dropping off the notebook. I'll make sure she gets it."
"I'm sure you will." He paused at the door, looking back at Matt. "Do you actually play hockey, or do you just stand around looking pretty?"
"I play right wing, and I'm very good. Ask anyone."
"I might just do that." He gave a little finger wave. "Bye, Coffee Spill. Try to stay vertical."
The door closed behind him, leaving silence in his wake.
"What," Matt said slowly, "the fuck was that?"
"That was Jared."
"That was a demon sent to test me." He looked down at his coffee-stained shirt with despair. "He's Rachel's roommate?"
"Best friend too, apparently."
"Is he single?"
"How would I know?"
"You've been spending all this secret time with Rachel—"
"We've been studying!"
"—and you haven't gathered intel on her hot roommate?" Matt collapsed onto the couch. "What use are you?"
"Sorry I was too busy trying to pass my classes to play matchmaker."
"He called meCoffee Spill." Matt stared at the ceiling with a smile. "I've never been a nickname before. I'm always the one giving nicknames."
"It's not a good nickname."
"It's a perfect nickname. He's perfect. Did you see his hair? How does anyone's hair look that good without product?"
"There was definitely product."
"Don't ruin this for me." He sat up suddenly. "We're going to breakfast."
"What? Why?"
"Because Jared thinks I'm a disaster who can't cook, and I need to prove him wrong. Also, Rachel clearly told him things about us, which means she talks about you, which means you've been holding out on me."
"Or it means she complains about having to work with me."
