Blue says, “But he can’t focus if his dick is obsessing over this girl.”
“I can focus,” I say, and they all give a questionable look. “Of course I can fuck and focus.”
“You can fucking focus, but can you fuckandfocus?” Stanley says seriously, pointing at me.
“That’s what I said.” I throw my hands up at him and whack his hand.
Blue nods in agreement when Stan tries to argue back. “That’s exactly what he said.”
“Well,” Stanley leans back. “I vote no. Blue? Rowan?”
Rowan looks at him. “Vote for what?”
“No to falling in love, bro. What else?”
Rowan shakes his head and says to me, “Do whatever you want, but don’t let it fuck up this season or your draft. It’s your career on the line. I’d kill for it.”
Blue looks at me. “I already told you not to go over there.”
I take my last bite of food and scoot back in the chair. “My vote is yes, which trumps all you fuckers.” I spin my hand around the table. “I’m going over there right now.”
Blue says, “You can’t just force your way into her place if she’s ignoring you.”
Stanley makes an elongated sound. “Ooh.She’s already ignoring you?”
I flip him off and take my plate to the sink. “Do my dish, Stan.”
“You can do it when you get back.” I grab my phone and look at the screen.
Mara:Hey. Have you heard from Gianna?
My stomach drops on thehave you heard from.
Me:No. Why.
Mara:She’s not picking up. Neither is Lucy. It’s been all day. Is something going on?
Me:I haven’t heard from her.
Mara:Ok. I’m going over there.
Me:I’ll meet you there.
I grab my keys off the desk and pull a hoodie off the chair. I’m already out the back door when the guys start giving me shit. Ishut the door on them and climb into my truck. The drive is six minutes. I park in front of the building. Mara’s white Jetta is already in the spot two down from where I park.
“She’s still not answering.”
I walk to the door and press the buzzer.
“Who is it?”
“Me and Mara.”
It goes silent, so we look at each other.
Mara says, “Gianna. Open the door.”
A long moment, and then she buzzes us in.
