Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
“Do we have a class together or something?”
“Nope.”
He turned to me. “Do I know her from somewhere?”
“No, you don’t,” Zoe repeated, answering for me. I wasn’t planning on embarrassing her in front of JP, especially if he didn’t remember meeting her two years back, so I didn’t correct her.
“Where did you find her, again?”
Zoe narrowed her green eyes at JP’s back.
“I told you, I found her online. She was looking for a roommate. Be nice.”
JP’s eyebrows rose up toward his hairline, but other than giving me a shrug, he didn’t say anything. I’d hear about it later; he’d say whatever was on his mind when we were alone.
“Apparently, I need to be nice to you,” he said. Leaning down, he lifted the top of the cardboard box, which was still on Zoe’s lap. “And it works both ways. I be nice to you, you be nice to me.” Zoe looked at JP then back at the four slices of pizza left. How the fuck had she eaten half of it that fast?
Before my friend could lift one of the remaining slices, she slapped the box closed and held it away from him.
“What the fuck?”
Zoe leaned to her left to look around JP and met my eyes—another one of those rare occasions where she forgot she was too shy and avoided them. “I’m sorry, Dylan, I know he is your friend and all, but I really don’t want to share. I’m not at all a good sharer.”
I laughed. “It’s okay, I got it for you. He can buy his own pizza if he’s hungry.”
She tilted her head back to look up at JP, who was almost as tall as me. “Look, I haven’t had anything to eat since noon and I had a shitty night. Even though I’d be willing to give you one slice, I’ve seen how Dylan eats, and I can guess you’re no different. One slice won’t be enough for you, and I’m not willing to give you the rest…though, to be fair, if I only had one slice, it probably wouldn’t do anything for me either. So, why bother having a slice if it’s not gonna do anything for you? If I don’t have that one extra slice it’ll mean I’ll go to bed hungry, which would mean two people going to bed hungry. But, if I get all of these slices, at least one of us will be full.”
“You’ll go to bed hungry,” JP repeated, not as a question, but more like a statement. Zoe hugged the pizza box closer. “What’s going on with this one?” he asked, looking at me in confusion.
I smiled, relaxing into my seat for the first time since JP started banging on the door. “Nothing. She just loves pizza, maybe a little more than you and I do.”
“You can have his,” Zoe added when JP continued to stand over her. I didn’t think JP had ever been refused food by any girl.
He opened my nearly empty pizza box, which was still on the coffee table, and frowned down at it. “There’s only one slice here.”
“See!” Zoe told him. “I said the same thing when I saw it, and just like I told you, one slice means nothing.”
Again, JP met my eyes, waiting for an explanation. “What did you say was wrong with her again?”
“Nothing is wrong with her.” I had trouble looking away from Zoe as I spoke, and JP obviously picked up on it because his next question made me wanna cause him serious injury, even risking his spot in the next game.
“You’re definitely playing house here. Is that why Vicky is in such a tizzy? Does she know about her?”
“If you mention Vicky one more time, I’m gonna kick you out.”
Sitting down on the arm of the couch, he started to look around.
“Are you his sugar mama or something?” he asked Zoe when he was done taking in his surroundings. “I’m not judging, girl. To each their own, but how did you afford this place again, D? Even half the rent must cost an arm and a leg.”
Zoe’s eyes jumped from JP to me. Before I had to come up with a bullshit answer, there was another knock on the door.
JP jumped up. “You kids stay put. I’ll get it.”
I scrambled up after him. “JP, no.” If Coach was at the door, I was screwed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zoe doing the same, finally putting the pizza box down. Was she thinking the same thing I was?
JP opened the door, and thank God it was only Chris who walked in. “Come in, come in. Look who I found here.” JP gestured toward me.
I groaned and dropped back on the couch, this time taking the seat closer to Zoe instead of going back to the other end. “For your sake, man, I hope he’s the only one you told.” I tried to meet Zoe’s eyes to assure her that they would leave soon—if not, I would kick them out—but she only had eyes for our quarterback.