Page 3 of Call Me Teach

I scoff. “Was the picture you showed us from third grade? Hannah Banana isn’t ten years old! She’s…” I look over at her, and she’s sending me a death glare. “Our age!”

“Stop calling me Hannah Banana!” she hisses.

I pay her no mind because I’m going to call her whatever I want to call her.

Hayes throws his hands up. “If you guys knew she was our age and attended Wilder U, then I’d never hear the fucking end of it.”

I chuckle. “You’re leaving out averyimportant part of that sentence, and you know it.”

She’s hot, and the entire team is going to want to fuck her after they get wind. I understand his reasoning. I really do. What I don’t understand is what she’s doing in our apartment with a box of shit near her feet.

“What is she doing here?” I ask.

Hayes leans his hip against the counter. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. She’s going to be staying here for a few months until her friend starts the spring semester and they get their own apartment.”

“And whose room is she staying in?” Because it sure as hell isn’t going to be mine.

Hannah sighs loud enough to draw our attention. “Now I suddenly understand the floor comment.”

That sucks for her.

A gentleman would offer up his bed but not when he plays for the hockey team and has the entire student body counting on him to win the season. I can’t do that with lack of sleep and/or while sleeping on the floor myself.

I slowly walk around the counter, pass by Hayes, and then stop beside Hannah and her box of things. She stops breathing when I lean down into her space. “Good luck with the floor, Hannah Banana.”

She growls and I smile like an asshole.

I lower my voice even more so her older brother won’t hear. “And with the…otherthing.”

I move away before she can step on my foot and snag my keys so I can head to practice.

I don’t mind that she’s needing a place to stay. I’m hardly even here. You won’t find me giving up my bed though.

Hayes’s sister, Hayes’s problem.

The floor will suit her just fine.

THREE

REMOTES MAKE GOOD WEAPONS

Hannah

“On a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable are you on that couch?” my brother asks on the way to the kitchen.

I adjust myself against the lumpy cushions and wince when he’s out of sight.This sucks.“I’m half-tempted to move back in with Koa. That’s how uncomfortable I am.”

My brother peeks his head into the living room, which is now known as my bedroom. He narrows his gaze. “That’s not funny.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t act all protective now. If youreallycared for me, you’d give up your bed.”

His eyebrows dip. “I did, and you pretended to throw up.”

I sit up taller and let my natural waves fall down my back. “Well, that’s because I know what you do in your bed. There is no way I’m sleeping in it.”

Gross.

Hayes snickers, but he doesn’t disagree with me. I lived with him my entire life before he left for college. All my friends had crushes on him, and most of them didn’t care to spare me the details if they ended up in a room with him at a party. I know entirely too much about my brother, and though I’m thankful heis giving me a place to stay to finish out the semester, it’s less than ideal.

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