Page 115 of Call the Shots
CHAPTER 42
BEAR
SPILLED
I kept checkingmy phone during a study session with the guys. Over and over again. Enough for Fridge to try to slide it across the table to keep it out of reach.
“I won’t touch it again,” I muttered, stashing it in my bag.
Elijah snickered. “I’m going to start counting, let’s see how many seconds he lasts. One, two, three?—”
My phone pinged, and I dove for it.
“I didn’t make it to four,” Elijah guffawed.
killer june
this is so dumb but can i get pictures of my plants please?
me
do you want a video call for proof of life
killer june
thatd be wonderful
I abandoned my stuff and Nick scoffed behind me. “Are you taking your shit?”
“It makes me feel bad for King,” I could hear Montoya whisper.
“Shut up, Kid’s Toy,” Elijah said.
“Shut up, Kid’s Toy,” Nick agreed.
“Kid’s Toy,” Fridge warned. “Mind your own.”
I let the door swing shut behind me. On the back of my couch, I had my supplies. My tank top was folded over and my notebook rested on top. June gave me the notebook for my alternate captain duties, but I used it to write down stuff from our conversation too. I shrugged off my shirt, scanning the notes.
“June met Ryan, Adam, and King freshman year…” I muttered to myself, throwing on the tank top. “King wants Willow, Willow’s with Elijah but not real, Elijah’s trying to get Sloane…” I checked my hair in the bathroom, repeating the lines under my breath.
June had a big friend group, and it was hard to keep shit straight. Then everyone had people they were dating, siblings, or best friends—Elijah’s twin sister was somehow mixed in, but I forgot to write down her stuff and was too embarrassed to ask for a clarification.
I read the pages one more time before putting the call through to June. “Hey,” I said while the spiral played across the screen. Above all else, I wanted to look cool, not like I had a swirling vortex inside. “Hey, June.Heyyy.Hi. Hello—” June appeared, and I straightened up. “Hey!”
She was sitting outside of a restaurant, her chin in hand, blonde hair whisking around her face in the breeze. There was a flush to her cheeks that made my heart pound. Fuck, she was so pretty.
“Hi, Bear,” she said with the softest smile.
I pushed open the door to her room. “Want to see how the kids are doing?”
“Yes, please.”
I flipped the camera. “I know what you’re thinking. Did I kill them and buy replacements? If I did, they'd never say. I trained them better than that.”
“Oh, really?”
“Or I’m an incredibly trustworthy plant sitter. Which one’s more believable?”
