Page 7 of The Friend Scheme
He laughs. “You’re the first.”
“So why me?”
We’re interrupted by the server. The menu is so huge I haven’t even decided what I want.
“What can I get you boys?”
“Um,” I say, as I desperately scan the menu. “I…”
“Two double cheeseburgers, and two chocolate thick shakes, and a large waffle fries,” says Jason, then he looks at me. “You happy with that?”
“Um, yeah.”
The server walks away.
“You looked freaked, so I ordered for you,” he says. “Hope that’s cool.”
Weirdly, I don’t find it annoying.
“Thanks.”
So, I’m here. With this strange, attractive boy.
Because really, oh my God. This boy. He’s bananas hot. He’s got this sort of military vibe about him, with his strong jawline and short haircut, and well-built body. Also, his eyes are fascinating. At a distance, they look light brown, but up close, they’re almost green. Plus, he’s clean-shaven, and his skin is blemish-free. He’s a perfect, all-American boy.
He probably even gets along with his dad.
Anyway.
I can totally see him as one of those West Point guys whose whole life is about perfection and military service. Maybe that’s why he’s so buff.
But we met in a criminal bar, so I know if he is a soldier, he’s not a lawful one.
I wonder if he’s killed any Donovans.
I hope not. He’s way too pretty to be a killer.
“So, man,” he says. He stretches out, putting one arm on the back of the booth. “What’s your deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, what do you like? What are your hobbies?”
Why would he ask me to do this? What does he want from me?
“Listen,” I say. “Before you ask about my hobbies, I’m going to need a better idea of what’s going on here.”
He tilts his head to the side, and his lips twitch up a little. Oh great, I’m amusing him.
“We’re getting food,” he says.
“Yeah, but… why?”
“Why what?”
“Why’d you ask me to come here?”
“Because I thought you’d say yes.”
