Page 75 of Just for the Plot

Bennett:He did.

OC:Sorry that I was impressed. Six times…I think I’ve gone five. That’s a lie, it was four. Fine! It was three, but I could have gone four. She was just raw.

Graydon:For the love of fucking God.

Bennett:Dude, the raw comment…not necessary.

OC:You’re right, that was on me. I retract the raw comment.

Graydon:You can’t retract. It’s already out there.

Bennett:We already saw it.

OC:Then I’ll be sure to never say it again. Please don’t punish me. You’re all I have.

Bennett:Shouldn’t your season be starting soon? You need more friends.

Graydon:I second that.

OC:Fucking rude, my guys. We have bonded over so much. The zoo, the use of vibrators, Maple and Graydon’s love affair that I had a hand in making happen, and you can deny that shit as much as you want to, but it’s true. And Bennett’s sister’s friend…

Bennett:You’ve done nothing for that.

Graydon:Because you haven’t told us anything.

OC:Graydon, I’m clutching my pearls, as that sounds like interest to me.

Bennett:Nothing is going on. So drop it.

I set my phone to the side and lean back in my chair just as Nolan walks up, holding a burger in one hand and a Coke in the other.

“Peanut butter burger with pickles. Dude, it’s blasphemy that this is so good.” He holds it out to me. “Want a bite?”

“I’m good.” I study the meal. “Are you going to be okay to play? That’s pretty heavy, dude.”

“I once had a twelve-ounce steak, fries, and a giant slice of chocolate cake before a game. I hit two doubles and made a diving play. Nothing is going to stop this brick house,” he says as he takes a seat next to me and kicks his feet up on the locker. “How’s life, my man? You never told me how the date went for your girl.”

“She’s not my girl.”

“Not yet.”

Yeah…not yet.

“So, how did it go?”

I shrug. “They have nothing in common, but they’re going to casually see each other while seeing other people.”

“That’s fucking great,” Nolan says.

“How is that great?”

“Simple—she can still see him, find out how much of a douche he is, while you swoop in and continue to charm her. She’s going to be in your arms in no time.”

I mean, she was sort of in my arms the other night when I stayed at her place. I pushed my limits and placed my hand on her hip, hoping that I wasn’t going too fucking far, but she didn’t seem to mind. I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop myself either way.

“Don’t know about that. She still sees me as a friend.”

“Then text her a dick pic,” Nolan says, mouth half-full of burger.