Page 6 of On His Schedule
My mouth opens as I read it. Then I close it and read it again, because of the name. That’s — that’s my sister’s roommate. That’sGianna’s Lucy.That’s the girl who lives over the Vietnamese place on Main, the math-and-psych one, the one Gianna has mentioned before. I have never officially met her. I’ve seen her name exactly once, on a Venmo request, when I covered Gianna for groceries last spring and Lucy paid me back $12.43 for what the memo line said wasthe little salad cucumbers, sorry!!
That’s it. That’s what I know about Lucy Moss. And she’s my Stats tutor. There couldn’t be another Lucy Moss, could there?
“Reeve.”
I look up.
Stanley is holding his fork at me like a pointer.
“What?”
“What’s on your phone?” He mocks me, holding an invisible phone in his hands.
I roll my eyes and set the phone down. “I got a tutor,” I say, “I think it might be my sister’s roommate.”
The table goes quiet. Rowan stops chewing. Blue lowers his fork. Percy looks up from his book without lifting his head, which is the most attention he has given a conversation today.
Stanley’s eyes go big. “The math girl?”
“What?” I question. How the hell would he know that? “Math girl?”
He nods. “The math girl.”
“Stanley.”
“So you know her?” Blue asks.
I shake my head and take a bite of bacon. “No.”
Stanley says, “You’ve never met her?”
“Not exactly.”
Rowan shakes his head. “But she’s your sister’s roommate? I don’t understand.”
I shrug. “I’ve never been in the same room as her.”
“How?” Rowan asks.
Stanley adds, “Yeah, tell us how the hell that’s possible if she lives with your sister.”
“I don’t know, man, my sister and I –– our circles don’t — I don’t go to her apartment. She doesn’t want me over there. When she comes to home games, I don’t think she’s ever brought her roommate. I don’t bring my sister here to keep her away from—”
“It’s a red flag if she doesn’t come to games.”
“It’s not a red flag, Stan—”What the hell?
Stanley leans across the table, setting down his fork. He has put his hands flat on the wood like a man delivering very important news. “Senior year.Day one.The universe — the universe, Benson — has handed you a hot tutor who is also your sister’s best friend.”
I flinch. “I don’t know if she’s hot.”
His eyes widen. “She’s hot. Friends of sisters arealwayshot. It’s a thing.”
“He has a point about it being a thing,” Percy says, mildly, picking his book back up. “Statistically.”
“Ettu,Deveroux.”
“I’m just saying.”
