Decker’s voice carries over Cam’s laughter. “Is that the blond crop top friend?”
“You know his name is Porter.”
“Ooooh,” Bryce says, dragging the sound out like he’s in middle school. “Are you sure he’s just a friend?”
I flip them off. “I’m beginning to think you’re the ones who are interested in him. Want me to introduce you?” I joke, but I immediately hate the idea and wish I could take the words back. None of these guys are good enough to date him. Even though, as far as I know, I don’t think anyone on the team is queer.
Still. Not going to let that happen.
There are a few grumbles in the room, but I’m not paying attention to them as I text back.
Will
I told the guys I’d get wings with them. They’re kind of obsessed with you actually. Won’t stop asking about you. Wanna come?
Porter
A bunch of hot (maybe? Are they hot?) lacrosse players obsessed with me? Sounds too good to be true.
Will
The twist is they’re all assholes.
Will
Jk, I love them, but it’s probably too soon to throw you to the wolves.
Will
Maybe I could come over after and we could hang out?
Porter
So now you’re inviting yourself over after denying me attention from your teammates?
Shit, I did just kind of do that.
Oh well. I can almost picture him smirking at his phone while he typed that.
Besides, I want to see him, and I want that to be known.
Porter
You can come over. We can watch something, is it football season?
Porter
Nvm, I take that back immediately, that’s too far. No football.
I laugh once again. His sense of humor always makes me happier.
Will
Promise I won’t make you watch football. It’s not even on, we can watch a movie.
Porter
See you tonight
