Page 207 of Scrimmage

“Fucking hell. How long does it take to lift a pudding cup from the fucking cafeteria? I could have robbed a bank in less time,” Ashland growls.

Her teal eyes look up at me, and they widen with surprise before she narrows them in anger. “I told her to tell you to fuck yourself.”

I lean in the doorway. “She delivered the message.”

“Then why are you still standing here?” she bites.

I shrug. “I wanted to hear you say it yourself.”Fuck. It’s music to my fucking ears.

“Go fuck yourself. Now get out.”

“You said something about pudding?”

She crosses her arms. “That doesn’t concern you."

“Ya know, I could go get it for you,” I offer, nonchalant.

"Penny isn’t coming back is she?”

“She’s going back to a hotel with Sinclair. Hopefully to get some sleep.”

“Of course she is. She needs it.” She sighs with annoyance. “You can go. I’ll be fine.”

“What kind of pudding do you like?”

She scrunches up her face, trying to decide if she’s gonna tell me.

“Fuck it.” I stretch. “I’ll get them all. Anything else?”

She lets out a frustrated growl. “A Dr. Pepper.”

“Roger that.” I leave the room and run straight into Tamara.

“Did she kick you out?” she whispers, looking up at me.

“Working on it.”

“I just got assigned to her room." She glances at the door.

“Want to meet her?”

“Duh, you’ve been pining for her for weeks. This is like a real life soap opera.”

I chuckle, cracking open the door. “Ash?”

“Do you have pudding?” she says from inside.

“Not yet.”

“Then fuck you,” she responds. I shut the door and give Tamara a pointed look as something thuds against it.

“Oh you’ve got your hands full,” she giggles.

I can't help but smile. “It only gets worse."

“At least she didn’t punch you. Pudding is a good start. She needs to eat something.” She goes into full nurse mode. “And water. Try to get her to drink some. I’ll be by in a little bit to give her meds.”

“Got it.”

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