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“You seriously giving me the ‘plenty of other fish in the sea’ speech?” Josh scowled.
Mack shrugged, but didn’t respond.
“There’s something else,” Josh admitted.
“What more could there be?”
“She’s kind of Coach Scott’s daughter.”
Josh didn’t see Mack’s hand coming before it hit him upside the head.
“What the hell?” he yelled.
“You have a death wish?” Mack asked. “Coach Scott is a scary dude. For someone who is so worried about his hockey career, you’re being pretty stupid, dude.”
“Yeah.” Josh slumped back in his seat. “I know.”
“You need to stop hanging out with her.”
“I know.”
* * *
Taylor finished pressing her Panini before picking up her tray and walking across the dining hall to join Abigail at her table.
“Hey, Roomie.” Abigail looked up and smiled.
“Hi.” Taylor sat down, still not completely comfortable with her new friend. They’d spent a lot of time together over the past week, and Taylor was glad to keep her mind busy. It gave her less time to think about Danny. Or Josh. The latter had called a few times since she ran out on him, but she decided it was easier to just cut the cord. She wasn’t ready for the kinds of things she was feeling for him.
“We haven’t even been here that long,” Abigail started, “and I’m already sick of dining hall food. I mean, come on, is it so hard to make it edible?”
“It’s not that bad.” Taylor took a bite of her lunch.
“Stop being so damn nice and just bitch with me for once.” Abigail scrunched her forehead.
“Fine,” Taylor said. “It sucks.”
Abigail laughed loudly. “You’re so bad at that.”
Taylor shrugged and continued eating.
“You’re so lucky you can go home for a home-cooked meal whenever you want.”
“I guess.” The truth was, Taylor hadn’t been home once in the couple of weeks since school started. In fact, the only times she left campus was to spend time with Josh.
Josh had been taking over her thoughts a lot since the night at his apartment. She looked down at her tray and smiled, not realizing Abigail was still talking until she squealed.
“Oh, perfect idea! Let’s go to your house for dinner tonight.”
“I don’t know.”
“Please. Pretty please!” Abigail reached across the table and grabbed Taylor’s hand. “It’d be so good to get off campus.”
Taylor sighed. “Okay.”
“Do you think your mom will mind?”
“No, she’ll just be happy I’m home. We’ll surprise her.”
