Page 8 of How to Score Off Field

Um, does my brother not know I had a crush on his best friend at one point in our lives… because he’s acting like he does, but it’s hard to tell by the expression on his face.

Does he?

Did he?

“Of course I like her. Everyone likes her.” Which is slightly annoying, but I’m too polite to say so out loud.

“So I’ll just have her pick him up, then. She did offer.”

I stop chewing the burrito and gulp it down. “She offered? Oh. Well then, I mean. Why are you asking me, then?”

Seriously.

Inconvenience me even though someone else can grab him from the airport?

Rude.

“Because. Once she gets her claws in him, he won’t be able to escape, and I’d at least like to give him the option.” Grady laughs.

As if it were so funny that Sissy was way more charismatic than I, and sexier, and better with guys and probably people in general. If there was a party, Sissy was there.

Sorority girl, president of her house.

Rich parents. Pretty hair, nails, and skin.

She’s probably never had a zit in her entire life, I’m convinced of it, and she’s always wearing the perfect outfit.

I live my life in cute joggers and gray crewnecks and, well, have a zit festering on the tip of my nose that is going to be the bane of my existence once I get my period.

But sure.

Let me go to the airport and fetch the guy I used to have freaking dreams about. The guy who kept me up at night, who I wrote in my journals about.

My journals.

Shit, where are those things?

What the hell did I do with them once I moved to college…?

“Tess. You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Not paying attention.”

“Sorry. I was thinkin’.”

“Thinking about…grabbin’ Drew from the airport on Thursday?”

He’s tapping on the table now with the blade of a dull butter knife wrapped with the other cutlery.

“Sure.”

His brows go up, and he stops tapping the wood surface. “Really?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

DEAR DIARY…

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