“I’ve got to go. Thanks for the video games and pizza. Talk to you later?” I smile up at him.
He leans in, hugging me to his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of my head. “Text me when you get out of class.”
“Will do. Bye, Jack.”
“Yeah, bye Ace.”
I smile to myself as I shut the door. Ace. Jack called me that after our fourth round. He said I was an Ace at shooting, then demanded we play teams instead. I think his ego was getting wounded by all the ass-kicking I was doing.
Too bad for him. My brother always taught me to win. Never concede, even if it’s to stroke a man’s ego.
A pang hits me in my chest.
Ryan.
God, I miss him.
Shaking off my somber thoughts, I head to my room to quickly change. As I open the door, Rebecca accosts me.
“Where have you been, missy? Doing the walk of shame at noon.” She tsks her tongue.
“I stayed over with Jack and Xavier,” I tell her as I quickly undress before dressing again.
“Two men at a time? Damn, you’re such a hussy,” she teases.
“Not two men at once, you dumbass. We were playing video games ‘til late, and I fell asleep.”
She gives me a knowing smirk as I turn to face her. “So whose bed did you end up in?”
Rolling my eyes, I give her a quick hug. “I don’t have time for this. I’m already late. See you later!”
I rush out of the room and practically run to humanities. I offer a small smile in apology as slip into class ten minutes late. Thankfully, my professor doesn’t stop teaching as I make my way to my seat. Once there, I take a deep breath before pulling out my laptop.
I’m taking notes furiously when my phone vibrates in my pocket. Glancing up at the professor, I take a chance to glance at it quickly.
Avi: You made an impression on Jack. He’s been bragging to all the boys about his “Ace”.
My heart races. I don’t know why he does this to me. Typing out a quick response, I leave my phone on my knee.
Me: Haha. I’m surprised he’s telling anyone he got his ass kicked by a girl.
Avi: Oh, he isn’t telling them who Ace is. He is, however, signing you up for a tournament with all the guys and betting his basket on you.
I smile. Jack is a sweet guy. He reminds me a lot of Ryan in that way.
Me: For Jack, I may be willing to take on a hoard of guys.
“Miss Davis. Please pay attention.” I cringe as my teacher calls me out.
I slip the phone into my pocket, about dying when it vibrates again. I can’t tell you what was taught the rest of class because I was so focused on what he said.
The moment class is over, I rush out into the hall, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
Avi: Should I be jealous of this newfound friendship with Jack?
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
Jealous?