Page 167 of The Fake Date Agreement

“If you’re sick, I can come over and bring some chicken soup. You’ll throw up after you eat it ’cause I know shit about cooking soup. Or I can pick up a can.”

He draws a reluctant smile from me, despite my shitty mood. “No, that’s okay. It’s not that kind of sick.”

He’s silent for a beat. “Ah. Got it.”

“I better go.” And I hang up before the urge to cry rears its head, or I sit down because the aspirin hasn’t kicked in yet, and my belly is cramping so badly I just want to hug myself.

I put my phone down and return to making my bed, cursing whoever invented fitted sheets and myself for buying them.

Finished with my task, I take a hot shower and change into a clean pair of PJs. No sooner have I crawled under my covers with a hot water bottle than someone is knocking on my door.

No.

If I say nothing, they will go away.

I press my hot water bottle to my cramping belly, close my eyes, and try to sleep.

Knock. Knock.

I peel my eyes open and stare at the ceiling.

“Tobie?”

Reid.

I twist to face the door, surprised. “Please tell me you didn’t bring me soup.”

I don’t want soup. I want a bar of chocolate the size of my head.

“Nope. I come bearing supplies,” Reid calls back.

“We,” Javier corrects him. “We come bearing supplies.”

Oh. He brought Javier with him.

“What kind of supplies?” I ask, hoping desperately—and probably pointlessly—for that chocolate the size of my head.

“It’s hard to explain through a door,” Caleb says.

I blink.

He’s there as well.

Curiosity drives me from my cozy bed like nothing else would have. Setting my hot water bottle down, I put my glasses on and belt on a robe as I walk to the door.

I open it and come face-to-face with three guys in gym wear carrying brown paper bags. Reid has a laptop tucked under his arm.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Girls are once again loitering in my hallway. I can’t say I blame them. They’re in sweats, fresh from practice and radiating health and hotness.

Reid brandishes his laptop. “We brought the movies. It’s probably weird to be watching movies this early, but I downloaded a bunch we can stream.”

He steps around me as I’m still processing what a movie has to do with anything.

“They’re all guaranteed to make you cry your eyes out,” Javier says. “Nessa helped pick out a couple. And snacks.”

I look at Caleb, who lifts his bag with a wry smile. “More snacks. Not sure why we need this much, but Reid insisted. You should start with the ice cream. Reid practically sprinted through the store to get it first, so it’s probably already melting.”

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