“What she said,” Wynter tacks on. “Without the puking dog or the philosophy exam. French sucked.” She bats her lashes. “Next semester, do you think you can help me out?”
“If Callan won’t, I can. At least, oral. My nanny was French so I sort of learned it. Informally.”
“Oh! We can practice together, then.” Callan beams.
“Callan?” A tick works in Lex’s jaw. “Usual order?”
I spy with my little eye…jealousy!Taking a mental note to inform Denny of this update, I watch as Callan graces the server with his full attention. “Yes, please. Thank you so much, Lex.”
“You’re welcome!”
Shay snorts. “Cool, Callan. Very cool. You need to calm down. You’ll give yourself an arrhythmia.”
“You can’t give yourself that.”
“Sure you can. If she stops by the table every couple minutes, your heart’s going to freak out.”
His eyes widen with distress, then he turns to me. “Wait, your dog’s a boy.”
“Huh? What does Salome have to do with your heart?”
“Why did you call him Salome?”
“Because I’m not calling her Charlie.”
“Fine. There are more names than Charlie,” he points out.
I fold my arms across my chest. “Take their side, why don’t you?”
His brows lift. “I’m not taking?—”
“Here we are!” Lex chimes in, settling the burgers in front of Shay and me.
Callan swallows his tongue as he watches her return to the counter for Wynter’s pizza.
When she shimmies next to him on the bench after serving us, his eyes widen like he’s been electrocuted.
“Okay, so what are we talking about?”
Shay’s lips curve. “Unrequited love.”
Lex blinks. “Huh?”
Wynter elbows Shay. “Wuthering Heights. We watched it last night at Victoria and Shay’s place.”
SIXTY
OAKWOOD CREW
Callan: Have you heard of Charlotte Corday?
Wynter: Is she on campus?
Denny: Yeah, I think she’s in philosophy with us, Victoria
Victoria: Maybe. I don’t pay much notice
Callan: I meant, @Victoria
