Page 75 of How to Score Off Field

But when Ryann isn’t home, we don’t bother making anything at all. Sometimes, I even eat dinner out of a can.

“What’s the confession? That you took a piss with the toilet seat down?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” I pop a piece of meat into my mouth and chew. “No.”

“Is your confession that you forgot to transpose your typed notes into written notes in your Trapper Keeper?”

I wipe my fingers and stare at him. “Seriously? You think I’m only capable of nerdy shit? Gee, thanks.”

Drake laughs, stealing a piece of chicken from my plate that I’d painstakingly carved from the bones and putting it in his mouth before I can steal it back from him.

“Sorry. Those are the only things I could think of off the top of my head.”

My mouth is set into a serious line. “I slept with someone while I was back home.”

Drake blinks at me.

He sets down the water bottle he was taking a drag off and blinks again.

“You got laid?”

I nod, although I wouldn’t call it getting laid—sounds too…too…casual. And like I slept with someone I don’t give a shit about or someone I don’t care to remember.

“With who? Did you even get her name?”

“Yeah.” I’m a little insulted he thinks I’d sleep with someone without knowing her name but whatever. “Tess Donahue.”

Drake begins coughing, almost choking on air, face turning red as he slaps at the table with his palm.

“What?”

I hand him his bottle of water, and he takes a sip from it. “Tess Donahu—”

“I heard you.” He wipes his mouth. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Then why did yo—”

“Goddammit, Drew,” he interrupts. “You’re not supposed to shit where you eat!”

Shit where I eat?

Talk about being melodramatic.

“Having sex with Tess is not shitting where I eat.” I pick at my food. “And since when doyoucare whether or not someone is related to our friends or not. It doesn’t matter.”

Before he was in a relationship, Drake was a bit of a manwhore, sleeping with the girl next door and any good-looking girl who caught his eye. Swore off being tied down in favor of playing matchmaker for me, which he found way more interesting—until he fell in love with his girlfriend.

Bastard.

My twin brother laughs sardonically. “Okay.Yoube the one to tell that to Grady Donahue once he finds out you boned his sister and then left town.”

“It wasn’t like that at all.” I pause, choosing my next words. “She’s the one who seduced me.”

Drake’s eyes go wide. “That’s…that’s literally going to get you punched in your pretty face. You don’t say shit like that.”

“Grady is not going to find out.” At least, I’m not going to be the one to tell him.

My brother snorts. “He’ll find out. Trust me.”

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