Page 68 of The Late Hit
“Shit, Macy,” Quinton barks.
“What?” she asks, taking in the tension at the table. “Did I interrupt something?”
JP jumps in since Cody, Quinton, and I say nothing. “Something weird is happening between these three.”
Macy looks us over.
“Does this have anything to do with you guys staying over last night? Oh my god,” she gasps. “Did you three have a littlefun?” Her eyebrows wiggle at her insinuation that the three of us hooked up.
All of our heads snap in her direction.
“Hell no,” Cody all but yells. “I left when Q came over.”
“Oh thank god.” Macy chuckles. “Because that’d be awkward as hell.”
“I can’t believe that's the conclusion you came up with,” I say. “Professor Peters asked me to stay after class. That’s all.”
“Hot Professor Peters?” Macy asks, with a mouth full of food. “Because damn, what I wouldn't give to get him alone.”
“What’d he want, Wilder?” Quinton finally speaks up.
“Nothing, he just wanted to know if I was interested in being his office assistant this year.” Before the guys have a chance to say anything, I add, “I got a weird vibe while I was there.”
“What’d he do?” Cody and Quinton say in unison.
“You’re weird right now,” Cody says.
“Did he touch you?” Quinton adds.
Our whole table is watching this conversation.
“Guys, enough. Nothing happened. I’m going to tell him ‘no.’ Everything is fine,” I reply, diving back into my food. “Are you boys ready for the game tomorrow?” I ask, changing the subject.
JP responds with a “hell yeah,” but Q doesn’t take his eyes off me. We need to talk about this morning, about the change we both are feeling.
But I’m scared. I’m scared of these feelings, and I’m scared of losing him if we aren’t on the same page.
I can’t lose Quinton.
A voice clears at the end of our table, and everyone’s eyes snap in that direction. Monica is standing at our table. She’s dressed in a pink T-shirt, the Kappa Alpha Theta letters across her chest, and skintight black leggings showing off her tiny frame.
“Hey, Brynn,” she greets me.
But her eyes don’t find mine. They find Cody’s. Setting my food back down on my tray, I swallow the remaining food in my mouth.
“Monica!” I welcome her a little louder than needed, but I’m happy for the interruption from my thoughts. “Guys, this is Monica. Monica, this is, well—this is everyone.”
She smiles at everyone.
“Cody, Monica is in our psych class.”
His head pops up at that, paying Monica more attention. I watch as he trails his eyes from her face down her legs.
“Oh, awesome. Want to join us?”
Monica looks at me, and a grin spreads across her face before turning her attention back to Cody.
“Sure, thanks!”
