Page 13 of Flip the Field
Amerie
I steppedinside my house and leaned against the door, replaying the events of the night in my head. I should not have dragged Brady into my Duncan drama, but he seemed to be the answer to my prayers.
It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and a good kisser. He wasn’t nearly the brooding, mysterious bad boy April had pegged him to be. And, if Duncan took it there, I had no doubt Brady could kick his ass.
My phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and hit speakerphone.
“I think you won,” I heard music in the background. “At least a finalist for most dramatic moment at a sorority party during fall semester.”
“What are you talking about?” I checked the caller ID again to make sure it was April and not someone else.
“Apparently, Duncan dumped your ass and you threw yourself at Brady to get back at him.”
My eyes narrowed. I pushed off the door and locked it, then flipped on the light. I had moved off campus this year because my father told me not to. I loved my new place. It was much quieter than the dorms and gave me some semblance of independence. It was the first time I’d lived relatively alone my whole life.
April was still talking. “Yeah, and next was a rousing game of drink or dare where Logan, the Bears new hockey goalie, made out with some girl named Natalie, much to Theresa’s dismay.”
“Who told you?”
“Dax,” She giggled. “He’s got all the tea, and you, my friend, were the third cup.”
April’s analogies made sense to her, but I was lost.
“What was the second cup?” I walked into my kitchen through the swinging doors and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.
“When Theresa got shut down by the same goalie.”
I swear our school would be a hit reality show. We had all the makings of a telenovela, but without the accents.
“So, did Brady come after you?” A door slammed in the background. “Did he run after you and you played hard to get before your lips crashed into each other and you collapsed in his arms?”
“You read too many romance novels.” I turned off the lights in the kitchen and headed across the living room into my bedroom. The place wasn’t big, but it was cozy. “He walked me home and he asked me to go with him to Rocky Cove tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s cool. You like him?” Her question sounded more like a statement.
“I’m not saying,” I untied my sandals and crawled into my bed. I hid my face with a pillow. Not like it did any good. April could read me from a thousand miles away. “I know nothing about him.”
“So, that’s what the date is for,” April laughed.
“I’m too busy to date,” My voice was muffled in my pillow. “I’m taking eighteen hours and volunteering at the business institute and working on that project with Professor James—”
“So, you like him?” she interrupted.
I grunted under my breath. “I don’t want a boyfriend right—”
“How was the kiss?” she interrupted again.
I flipped the pillow on the floor and waved a hand over my suddenly hot skin. “Good.”
“That’s it?” She huffed. “All you’re going to give me is good? I want details.”
“Nope.” I sat up.
April moaned.
I laughed.
“You’re no fun,” I could imagine her pouting on the other end.
