Page 62 of Call the Shots
My phone buzzed in my back pocket again.
Another Vernon post?
king
We can do the fake relationship again i can do it now
I ran my thumb along the side of my phone. I’d asked King if we could return to the theatrics because it’d make my parents happy, it’d keep the hockey guys at bay, and I missed my friends in the Romans, especially him.
Yet…Bear and I had sex.
Which didn’t mean anything, I just wanted to get back at Xavier.
My eyes slid to the door, the hesitation settling. This was a good thing, right?
Being in the fake relationship was another step to the life I’d been ungrateful for, to the June before. Football girl, parties every night, close with her friends, attending all of her parents’ obligations, keeping the precarious balance in check.
My fingers hovered over the keys.
Type something. Even a thumbs-up.
Instead, I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed to Montoya’s room.
“Hey.” Montoya grinned. “Who was that?”
“Bear.” I got into the blankets with him. “He asked how you were doing.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“Immediate surgery. I’ve never operated before, so I’ll wear my lucky earrings.”
Montoya snickered and shifted down in bed, resting his head on my shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Do you like anyone on the team?”
“Do I…?”
“You know. Like-like.”
Oh, the seventeen-year-old.“Nope.”
“So, you don’t like Bear?”
“Um…” I cleared my throat. “Adults can do things and not?—”
“Because I think Bear likes you.”
A blush heated my cheeks. “What makes you say that?”
“In the movies, when characters like each other, they look when the other one’s not looking and look away really fast when they’re about to get caught. He does that a lot with you.” He shrugged. “Bear likes you. I shouldn’t say I think that. I know it.”
“Montoya?”
“Yeah?”
I hesitated. “This stays between us, okay?”
