Page 41 of The Wrong Quarterback

Me: I used a much better version of your move, in fact, I really don’t think they’re comparable.

Cole: Let’s crowdsource the issue, shall we?

I wrinkled my forehead, leaning back against my pillow as I waited for whatever nonsense he had planned. It had been twenty-four hours since my tutoring session with Casey, and no amount of following her or lifting weights or jacking off could change the fact that I was literallypiningfor her.

It was like Jace had cursed me that day at practice. I’d gone from never even using the word, to pining for someone twenty-four-fucking-seven.

I texted him afuck youfor good measure.

Cole sent me a link as soon as I’d finished, and I hesitantly clicked on it, hoping he hadn’t sent me blow-up doll porn, like the last time.

Not to yuck on anyone’s yum…but that shit wasn’t for me.

Only Casey was for me, I thought dreamily as I waited for the link to open.

The video that popped up was of Cole and me, side by side. On one side of the screen he was doing his “I want to fuck this microphone” routine and on the other side was my touchdown celebration. Definitely not comparable.

But bothverypopular, apparently.

There were already two hundred thousand views.

Cole: The consensus is that you’re a copycat, Parkie. Look at that pretty poll I made.

I rolled my eyes as I went down to the comments and saw he had, in fact, put a poll up.

Me: How do I know you’re not the one doing all the voting?

Cole: Like I have time to do that 135,000 times.

Cole: 155,000 times, I mean. The people are moving fast.

Me: …

Cole: Hitting me with the…you’re getting a little edgy in your old age, Parkie.

I grinned when Walker’s text popped up.

Walker: Can we not and say we did. I was trying to sleep.

Cole: I just lol’d. Every time you say that, it’s definitely code for “fuck.”

Walker: Olivia and I were trying to sleep!

I shook my head, it was still hard to believe that Walker had somehow convinced a famous pop star to date him…and marry him…and then have his baby. He just wasn’t that cool.

Me: We’ll let you get back to your beauty sleep, Disney.

Walker: Don’t start.

I chuckled, because I could literally hear the growl he’d just given me. So Disney Prince-like.

Cole: Before you go, tell our little brother he definitely used my move.

I waited, knowing exactly what was coming. Because like my two best friends, there was nothing my brothers liked to do more than give me a hard time.

Walker: It did look suspiciously close, Parker. I’m ashamed you caved to peer pressure.

Me:

---