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My roommate is the only one who dares to sit next to the hottest girl in class. Not even other girls approach her.
I climb up the stairs with purpose. And would you look at that? My body no longer hurts. Her dark eyes meet mine for a second before she looks back at Brett, who’s speaking who knows what nonsense to her.
I sit directly behind them. If they feel me, they pay me no heed and continue their conversation.
“—so annoying, strutting around like a rooster who thinks the whole world is his henhouse.”
“Oh, absolutely.” She tucks her chin in her raised hand. “He’s so annoying.”
Why do I have a feeling they’re talking about me?
“You’re telling me,” Brett says, grunting. “I’m unlucky enough to be his roommate.”
Definitely about me, then. And not even caring that I might overhear.
I take out my stuff from my backpack and put it on the desk with a lot more force than necessary. But a couple of girls bound up the stairs, making a racket at the same time, drowning out my tantrum.
“Poor you.” Tinker Bell’s voice sounds weird, but I can’t tell why. “Those hockey guys are an eyesore, huh?”
Wait—
“I just don’t get why the school started a hockey program.” He shrugs, confidently opening his mouth once more to say, “This just isn’t their world, you know? St. Cloud produces great intellectuals, the next world leaders, big-shot CEOs, etc. Not… jocks.”
Does he not know that the girl he’s trying so desperately to impress is one of those jocks?
I press a hand against my mouth to hold back laughter.
So it wasn’t that she was riveted by the hot takes about me. She’s baiting him until he finds out she’s the captain of the St. Cloud Thunder Strikes.
Brett must’ve interpreted her silence as an invitation to fill it, because he continues. “If they’re all like my roommate, they probably don’t have a single brain cell combined. All he does is train. When does he study? Or does he think the school’s not gonna flunk him since he wears a uniform with its name?”
I roll my eyes so hard it makes me dizzy for a moment. That’s when I can’t keep myself quiet anymore.
“Funny, I think the one without a single brain cell here isn’t me.”
Brett jumps so high he almost smacks against the ceiling. Meanwhile, Tinker Bell turns around with a grim smile.
“You know what? For once, I think I agree with you,” she says.
“What?” Brett’s forehead scrunches up, the picture of confusion.
I tilt my head, eyes solely on my class partner. “Were you never planning on telling him?”
Tinker Bell takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “I was trying to find the right moment, but he wouldn’t shut up.”
“Excuse me?—”
“Listen up, you snob,” Tinker Bell says. “I just wanted to get some dirt on your roommate, not to hear you spout shit about hockey players like it’s your life’s mission to be a jerk.”
I choke on my own saliva.
Brett’s gone pale as a ghost. “I—what?”
“She’s a jock too, you fool.” I jerk a thumb at her. “She’s the captain of the women’s hockey team.”
“Yeah, do I reek of sweat too?” She makes it a point to sniff her armpits. “I had a grueling practice this morning that I can only put up with thanks to not having a single thought in my skull.”
“I didn’t mean—” Red rises up Brett’s neck and settles in his face. “You’re okay—he’s the one who?—”
