Page 23 of A Quarterback for Christmas

Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

Don’t invade Drew and Jacob’s privacy.

JMill21:Should have stayed there with you.

Screw it.

That little voice in my head has never been all that right, anyway. Something’s clearly bothering him, and who knows, maybe all Jacob needs is some womanly advice masked behind his roommate.

McD45: Doesn’t sound good, Bro. What’s happened?

JMill21:Bro? Have you been slaying the eggnog again? I thought you gave up the stuff after last time.

Oh, how I wish I could find out what happened with Drew and eggnog, but I’ve got to stay believable.

McD45: What else is there to drink in a snowstorm? But this isn’t about me. What happened?

JMill1:Not much. My parents decided to go to my ex’s house for holiday drinks last night.

McD45: Do your parents hate you? Because that’s the only reason mine would go to my ex’s at Christmas.

Sabrina dances through my mind, wondering if Drew still speaks to her on the sly.

JMill21:Don’t you remember? We’re neighbors. They can’t exactly not go when the whole street is invited. It would be too obvious that they didn’t go because of me, which would raise more questions.

McD45: Oh. Was she there?

JMill21:Yup.

JMill21:My parents lied. Told me she was alone and pining for me, but I knew it was a lie. My room faces hers, and I saw her new boyfriend.

Ouch. No one wants to see their ex move on, even if it’s Jimmy Johnson and some old lady fromWorld of Warcraft.

JMill21:He looks like Captain America. Blond hair, barreled chest, and a jaw the size of a gator.

McD45: How do you know it’s her new boyfriend? Could be a cousin.

JMill1:Dude, I was with her for three years. I met all her cousins. Besides, you don’t kiss your cousin the way she was kissing this guy against her car.

McD45: Sorry, man. When was the last time you spoke to her?

JMill1:Over a year ago. Kind of hard to talk to her when she purposely picked a school thousands of miles away.

McD45: Does she know you’re home?

JMill1:Nope. I told my parents to tell everyone that I was still in Hope the minute I saw her car in the drive. She’s been going on runs, and I’ve been trying to avoid her.

My brows furrow because this doesn’t sound like the Jacob Miller I’ve always heard about. No longer strong and commanding, he sounds like he’s crumbling over a girl.

McD45: Maybe you should talk to her.

JMill21:Not sure that would help anything, given the guy won’t give her an ounce of space.

McD45: Sucks, man

Sucks man?My dog can give better advice than that. I need to channel my inner Dr. Phil and try again.

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