“Blah, blah, blah.” She rolls her eyes as she starts walking away, clutching her laptop to her chest.
“Be sure to say hi to Eloise for me.” Theo wiggles his eyebrows in Mia’s direction.
“She’s not interested.” Mia laughs.
“Wanna bet?” Theo smirks.
“You wanna lose again?” She raises a brow at him, and he chews his lip in thought. “Yeah, didn’t think so,” she grins. “See you later, boys.” She does a two-finger salute before exiting the kitchen.
“She’s totally into me!” Theo shouts as the front door opens.
“In your dreams!” Mia shouts back just as the front door slams shut.
“Oh, she doesn’t want to know what happens in my dreams.” His grin is mischievous as he faces us.
“We don’t either,” Chase resorts, taking a sip of water. “Is Hunter here?”
“Uh, his car is on the drive, but I haven’t seen him.” Theo shrugs, shoving a square of chocolate into his mouth.
“Dude, we’re about to eat soon.” I scold him, leaning over to reach for the packet on the counter.
“Hey!” He whines, trying to snatch the wrapper from my hand. “It’s an appetizer anyway.”
“Go upstairs and ask Hunter if he wants Prims.” Chase says to Theo, gesturing with his head toward the stairs.
“I don’t see why I have to, we know he’s going to have some.” Theo rolls his eyes as he starts walking out of the kitchen backward. “Who turns down pizza?”
“Just do as you’re told.” I tease him.
With both his hands up, he shows me his middle fingers with his tongue poking out in a mocking manor before turning around and stomping up the stairs. Rolling my eyes at his retreating form, I open the pantry door and place the chocolate back inside, close it behind me and turn toward Chase who’s sitting upon the countertop swinging his legs over the side like he’s a child.
“Comfy?” I give him an amused look.
“Incredibly.” He nods, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
He’s six foot five, but somehow, he always finds sitting on the kitchen counter comfy. How? It’s hard, it hurts your ass, and did I mention how uncomfortable it is?
Grabbing my phone off the counter beside him, I walk toward the living room and throw myself down onto the couch. Resting my arms over my eyes, I sink further into the couch and pray Chase has ordered the pizza because I am seconds away from closing my eyes and falling asleep. Feeling my phone vibrate on my leg, I groggily lift it and scan the numerous messages I’ve been ignoring throughout the day.
Jane EL class:I heard you’re throwing a Halloween party on Saturday, can’t wait to see what you dress up as??
Raina calc class:Hi, I know our first date didn’t go as planned…but wanna try a second?
Unknown number:*image attachment*
Unknown number:I know you’d love a handful of these????
Unknown number:Give me a call after your game on Friday and I’ll show you a good time??
Groaning, I throw my phone on the coffee table, praying the screen hasn’t cracked. I used to love getting these messages, but now it just feels like desperation, on their end. If someone doesn’t respond to your first six messages, why bother trying again? I can’t even remember the last time I actively had a conversation with someone through text—other than with the guys—without losing interest, or just a conversation with anyone in general.
“Yo!” Theo shouts out of breath as he stumbles down the stairs like he’s trying to get away from a serial killer.
“Why are you out of breath?” I give a questioning look.
“Hunter.” He takes a breath, getting oxygen into his lungs.
“Did he want pizza?” Chase asks, walking into the living room.
