Page 90 of Right Man, Right Time
“He wants me to try to expose the Agitators owner. I know nothing about him. I haven’t even met him, and it’s going to look awfully suspicious if I ask Silas a bunch of questions about some old man who pays his salary.”
“Yeah, that won’t come off right.”
“So basically, I have nothing to write, I’m going to fail out of school, and I’ll have to live with my parents and eat my words.”
“Yeah, that does seem plausible.”
“Ross,” I say while pushing him.
He chuckles. “I think you should meet up with Silas and talk to him about it. Maybe he’ll have some ideas. And also, you can stare at him while he talks and think about all the ways you would love to suck his—”
“Good morning,” our professor says while setting his bag on the teacher’s desk.
“Good morning,” we say collectively.
Ross elbows me. “Text him. See if he’s busy.”
He’s right. Silas might be able to help me with some ideas. And yeah, maybe I miss seeing him a little bit. I always have fun with him, so it might not kill us to get together and have a moment to catch up.
I open my computer and shoot him a text.
Ollie:What are you up to tonight? Free?
As I take notes, listening to our professor, Silas texts me back.
Silas:Yup. Need something?
Ollie:Can I come over? I want to talk hockey.
Silas:Talk hockey? Am I going to need some alcohol for this?
Ollie:Probably.
Silas:I’ll stop by the store. What time tonight?
Ollie:See you around seven?
Silas:That works. Want me to pick you up?
Ollie:That’s okay. Thanks, though.
Silas:Let me know if you change your mind. See you tonight.
Whispering to Ross, I say, “I’m going to his place tonight. Going to talk all the hockey.”
“Hopefully, that’s not the only thing you do.”
Hopefully, it is because I don’t think I could handle anything else.
* * *
Why am I nervous?
Jesus, Ollie, get it together.
You’ve hung out with this man many times.
Yet this feels different.
