Page 167 of Scrimmage

He bites his lip. “So what’s his name?”

“Pass,” I giggle. “He’s a psycho.”

“No way.” Sarcasm bleeds into his voice. “Not someone who would date you.”

“If I recall correctly you’re my human dildo.”

He sits back rolling his eyes slowly. “What kind of psycho are we talking?”

“Sets shit on fire for fun.”

“Of course he does,” he scoffs. “I’m surprised you aren’t into that.”

I root around in a cabinet and find a bag of Doritos. I try to empty it into a bowl and pout; it’s fucking crumbs. “Oh, I am.”

“Is he the one who wrote you an album?”

“You’re really not going to let that go. Yeah, if you must know, he is.”

“Why did you break up then?” I can tell he’s jealous, and it’s funny. Cute.

I pause, opening the freezer. “The world wouldn’t be able to handle it,” I say dramatically.

Koda plays with the strings of his hoodie. “Do you still talk?”

I purse my lips. “Why? Wanna know if I’ll still answer your weird phone calls when we inevitably break up again?”

“Ashland,” he warns. “Stop being like that.”

“Being like what? Realistic?”

He glares at me through the phone. “There’s alfredo in the fridge.”

I find a plastic container of fettuccini alfredo that I forgot about. I’m fucking starving. I grab a fork and spin the noodles on it, shoving it into my mouth without heating it up. “It was fun, but it wasn’t sustainable.”

“So you drove him insane, too?”

“Of course,” I smirk with a mouthful of noodles. “Before we went to college, I convinced Penny to swim in the Thames. If it hadn’t been for him, we would have drowned.”

“Why the hell were you near the Thames?”

“It wasn’t that long of a walk.”

“The Thames is in England,” he reasons.

I jump up onto the counter across from the phone and cross my legs, putting the tupperware into my lap. “So you do know how to look at a map.”

“This was on one of your summer adventures?” he asks with wide green eyes. They’re really pretty.

“Something like that. We hadn’t been there very long when I pulled that stunt.” I snicker at the memory. “Do you have siblings other than Alexi?”

“Uh, no. My parents are trying to adopt this little girl though.”

“How old is she?”

“Seven. Her name is Elise.”

I frown. “Terrible age.”

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