Page 44 of Scoring the Player
“Word on the street is that Sigma is dead,” Felix adds as everyone looks at us.
Jordan is the first to speak. “Cool, man, grab another beer and help me quiz Daisy.”
16
DAHLIA
For the next two hours,while Jordan and Felix pepper Daisy with questions for her physics test and I help Jane come up with ideas for her music theory paper, I use any free minutes to start a running list in the Notes app on my phone of things to ask Felix.
“I think that’s it,” Jane says, voice full of glee as she raises her arms over her head. “I’ll read it over one last time in the morning, but I don’t think it’s too bad. We’re a good team.”
“Duh.”
She smiles and sneaks a glance at Felix. “I told you he liked you.”
Her words fill me with too much hope to accept. “He and Jordan are friends, and you heard him—Sigma wasn’t worth going.”
“Uh-huh.” She stands and heads into the living room. “I’m finally done. How goes the studying?”
“If I don’t know it by now, I don’t think I ever will,” Daisy says.
“You know it,” Jordan reassures her. It’s sweet to see how much he hypes her up. Everybody needs a hype man, or woman.
Felix straightens and our eyes meet.
“I’m so tired,” Daisy whines. “Knowing my luck, I’ll oversleep and miss the test.”
“No chance.” He stands and pulls her to her feet. “I have three alarms set. You’re gonna wake up and you’re gonna kill that test, sweet Daisy.”
She lifts up on her toes to kiss him. Jordan scoops her up and tips his head toward the rest of us. “Night, girls. Thanks for hanging out tonight, Walters.”
“Later,” Felix calls.
The three of us watch Jordan carry Daisy upstairs and then Felix smiles between me and Jane. “I guess it got pretty late,” he says. “I should go too.” He pulls out his phone. “Good to see you, Jane. Thanks for tonight, Dahlia.”
And with that, he starts for the door.
“Wait,” Jane calls, “getting an Uber this time of night is a pain. You either get the creepy old guy who wants to chat non-stop or some weird, young person whose car smells like they help transport dead bodies. Stay here. You can sleep on the pillow fort.”
Felix’s brows rise and a smirk plays on his lips. “The pillow fort?”
“Oh, it’s epic. You have to see it. Dahlia and I built it.” Jane starts up the stairs, leaving Felix no choice but to follow.
“I know what you’re doing,” I whisper-hiss as I pass by her in the doorway.
She grins and sing-songs, “You’re welcome!”
Felix walks into my room and toward the many blankets and pillows spread out on the floor between my bed and the window.
“Woah,” Felix says. “This is…I don’t even have words.”
Jane grins. “Awesome, right?”
“Is this for the many guys you lure back to your room, hot stuff?” Felix asks as he sits down in the middle of it. He lies back and crooks a hand behind his head. He looks silly and yet still so hot.
“Just my number one, boo,” I say, then cringe. Did I just use the wordboo? “Jane is the only person who’s slept there.”
“I get chatty when I’ve been drinking.” Jane smiles. “Dahlia got tired of me falling asleep in her bed while I was talking her ear off.”
