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Yup, getting straight to the point.
“Not much to talk about,” I say. “My girlfriend came over, we ate some pizza, and we talked.”
“Why haven’t you ever talked about her before?” Posey asks. “That’s shitty, man. We’re your boys.”
“Because I didn’t need you butting in on my life like you do all the time. Like right now, the four of you, breathing in my space.”
“Oh, so it’s okay for you to do it?” Hornsby asks, knowing full well I gave him plenty of shit when he got Pacey’s sister pregnant. “But the moment we give you any sort of shit, you try to shut it down?”
“Glad you can see it that way.” I pat him on the shoulder. “Now, get the fuck out of here so I can get ready.”
“Uh, do you really think that’s going to work on us? You didn’t even tell us where you met, how long you’ve been dating, or what she’s like,” Hornsby says.
“Well, seems like you have something to look forward to, then,” I answer as I stand and tear my shirt over my head so I can get ready for weight training this morning.
Pacey stands, puts his hand on my shoulder, and pushes me back onto my seat.
“Nice try. You’re not leaving this room until you answer questions.”
Hell.
“How long have you been dating?” Hornsby asks.
“A few weeks,” I answer.
“Where is she from?” Posey asks.
“Portland,” I say, glad I know that answer.
“She’s young,” Pacey says. “Just how young are we talking?”
I swallow. “Uh, twenty-one.”
“What the fuck?” Hornsby says as all the guys shift back.
“Dude,” Holmes says with a shake of his head.
“I know, okay? I don’t need shit from you four about her age. I didn’t know she was that young at first. It doesn’t seem like it matters, though. You can’t even tell.” Lies. Going to her dorm makes me feel like some sort of creepy pervert. I don’t belong there.
“Is it serious?” Hornsby asks.
“Very,” I answer and then stand. “I’ve answered enough of your questions. Now leave me the fuck alone so I can get my training done.” Clothes in hand, I storm off toward the bathroom, where I’ll get changed to avoid them.
That could have been way worse, although I don’t think it’s over.
ChapterSeven
OLLIE
To: Ollie Owens
From: Alan Roberts
Subject: Internship
Miss Owens,
I’m writing to advise that I’ve chosen to extend your internship through the end of the college year. I assume you’ll be able to handle the workload. I’ve already been in touch with your adviser. I suggest you accept.
