Page 170 of Scrimmage

“Not surprised. Have them call me so I can figure out the secret.”

“It was high school. I was focused on football.”

“And you aren’t now?”

“Not entirely,” he mumbles. “So you’re not dating anyone else in some poly situation you’ve managed to forget to tell me?”

“I mean, he’s a watcher for sure, but no. I don’t date.”

“We are,” he emphasizes.

“That was the agreement, yes.”

“It’s not an agreement, Ashland. You’re my fucking girlfriend.”

“Right, right.” I nod my head sarcastically. “Do we have to call it that?”

“Yes, we do. I mean it. I expect you to make it clear that you have a boyfriend.”

“I’m sure you’ll do it for me.”

“So, what’s his name?”

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

He huffs with aggravation, but he doesn’t rebuttal. “So how’s Penny?”

I dig through my dresser looking for my favorite tee. “Good. At some art mixer thing tonight.”

“Is she having a good time?”

“I think so.” I wiggle out of my leggings and pull off my top.

“Sounds…” his voice fades away. I glance over, and he’s staring at me.

“Looking at something, Armory?” I smirk and pull the shirt over my head, yanking him out of his trance.

He clears his throat. “Uh, um, don’t you guys do movies on Fridays?”

“Her internship is more important.” I set my phone on my nightstand and crawl into bed. My sketchpad and pencil are already sitting on the sheets, so I flip to a new page and start to aimlessly draw. Koda takes off his hat and throws it on a table. Then he pulls his hoodie off, draping it over a chair.

“I like that hoodie,” I comment.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “You can fucking have it, Ash. Jesus. You’re relentless.”

“I only asked once!”

“At least you asked this time.” He starts to pull his shirt over his head.

“Slowly,” I demand.

He peeks out at me from behind the collar. “Huh?”

“Slowly.” I chew on the end of my pencil. “Take it off,slowly.”

“I didn’t objectify you,” he argues.

“Armory.”

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