Page 24 of How to Score Off Field

“Remember last night when I told him the two of you should hang out since neither of you have anything to do while Zero and I take his grandma to her doctor’s appointment and Grady works? Hello, you’re going to be sitting around doing nothing, so you’re welcome for setting up this date.”

“It’s not a date, and I’m not hanging out with him today. It’s awkward and not fun.” I press a hand against my forehead. Does she not see that I’m hungover? If not from alcohol, then from loud noises and fun?

There’s something to be said about partying with friends from home versus the ones at college. We’re not there to impress anyone, so no one had any inhibitions last night.

“That’s not what you told him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I rack my brain for any memory of a conversation with Drew that could have involved us making plans, and the only one I can recall is the initial mention of it before we’d had all the beer.

Personally, I think Miranda is full of shit but have zero ways to prove it.

“We definitely had a convo with him once I got done lecturing you in the bathroom about being a party pooper.”

Yup, she’s lying.

“Anyway,” she continues, “I have to get going. Zero will be here in like three minutes. But you have to zip by your brother’s and grab Drew since he doesn’t have a car.”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

I blink. “So what are we doing on this day…date of ours?”

“Don’t know. Killing time, probably.”

“Oh great. Killing time. Awesome, that won’t be like watching paint dry.”

“Dude, stop complaining. You’re spending the day with your crush. Consider yourself lucky!”

“He was my crush in middle school, okay? I’m over it.”

Mostly.

Sort of.

Miranda doesn’t believe me. “Are you trying to tell me your girl parts didn’t tingle when he looked at you last night?”

I nod. “Yup, that’s what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, okay liar.” She stands, smoothing down the short denim skirt she’s wearing with a cropped concert tee shirt. “Be at his place by eleven.”

When she walks out of the little guest bedroom I’m occupying, I can only stare with an open mouth.

She’s bamboozled me. Pulled a fast one.

Did a bait and switch.

Dammit!

Throwing back the covers, I rise from the bed and pad to the bathroom, getting a first look at my reflection.

“Holy shit.” Yikes.

Eyeliner everywhere.

I grab a washcloth and spot clean before starting the shower, waiting for the water to get warm before stripping off my tee shirt and sleep shorts and climbing inside.

If I’m going to spend the day with Drew Colter, I should at least look cute, right?

Even if I don’t care what he thinks of me.

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