Page 51 of Campus Crush
Her eyes narrowed on the plastic wrap in Drew’s hand. “Are you serious right now, Dumontier?”
Drew quickly stood up, attempting to hide the evidence behind his back. “What are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be asleep.”
“I was going to my car to get my other rosin that I left in there,” she replied, then shook her head in disbelief. “You are un-fucking-believable.”
“You started it,” Drew said, his voice cold and lacking any of the usual playfulness.
“We’ll agree to disagree because I’m too tired to list all the waysyoustarted it.”
She shook her head and took a deep breath. “You know what,” she continued, “I’m not even that surprised. This is exactly the kind of childish stunt I’d expect from you.”
Drew bristled. “Oh, like you’re so perfect?”
“Look, this got out of hand,” I said, stepping forward. “We’ll just go back to our house and forget this happened. We’re sorry.”
Drew looked at me like I’d just announced I was quitting hockey to join a boy band. “Dude, what are you doing?”
“Being an adult,” I replied. Then I turned back to Harper. “Seriously, we apologize. It won’t happen again.”
Gordy and Liam quickly nodded in agreement.
“Speak for yourselves,” Drew muttered.
Harper sighed, looking weary. “Just…go home. And take your stupid plastic wrap with you. My car better be in pristine condition when I wake up in the morning.”
Drew glared at her. “This isn’t over, Tinsley.”
“It is for tonight,” she replied firmly.
As we trudged back toward the hockey house, Drew was seething. “I can’t believe you guys caved like that.”
“What were we supposed to do?” Liam asked. “She caught us red-handed.”
“We could have denied it! Said we were looking for a lost…I don’t know, Frisbee or something.”
“At midnight?” Gordy questioned skeptically. “With plastic wrap?”
“You guys don’t understand,” Drew insisted. “The Tinsleys have been getting away with stuff like this for generations. They act all innocent and make us look like the bad guys.”
I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Look, man, I get that there’s history there, but maybe it’s time to let it go. We’re in college now. We’ve got bigger things to worry about than some old family feud.”
“Like not getting suspended from the team,” Gordy added.
Drew shrugged my hand off. “Whatever.”
“I’m going to bed,” I announced. “And Drew, I’m serious—no more pranks. If Coach finds out we were messing around like this, he’ll have our asses.”
“Fine,” Drew grumbled before heading upstairs without another word.
Gordy followed, yawning widely.
Liam lingered in the living room with me.
“You think he’s really going to let this go?” I asked.
He snorted. “Not a chance. These two have literally been trying to one-up each other since grade school. I doubt a little lecture from you will change that. It’d take a miracle for those two to get along.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
