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“No, I’m more worried you’ll try to chase him off because whether I date or not seems to be more about you than me.” I’d only eaten half my sub, but I wrapped what was left because I wasn’t hungry anymore. “I like this guy, Jake. I’d like to see what the fuss is about.”
“You want to date.” Blunt and to the point. Coop bumped his shoulder to mine. Solidarity, at least he was on my side. Bubba gave me a small smile, hey, maybe that was two of them.
Two for, one against and Archie—not present so abstaining. “Yes, I do.”
He scowled and took another bite of the sandwich. God, was it just that awful to believe?
“You work Wednesday and Thursday?” Jake checked.
“Every week.”
“You’re going out with Archie on Friday?”
Well… “Maybe? I mean it’s a study date so, it depends on if we have homework.”
Bubba hid a smile. “What about meeting Jake and me after the game? I know you don’t always like to go, but—we can grab something after and hang out for a bit.”
That got him another glare from Jake and Coop actually laughed. “That sounds good, I’m down for that if you guys don’t mind me tagging along.”
“Not a bit,” said Bubba. “Frankie?”
“Well, we’re doing our study thing after school? Figure out where we are on everything? Can we sort it out there?”
“Sure,” Jakes said, still eyeing me. “Youaregoing to the party on Saturday, right?”
“Yep. And bringing Mathieu.”
“That new superhero flick opens this weekend,” Coop suggested. “Want to check it out with me after work on Sunday?”
What were they doing?
“Or we could do that Friday, they have late showings.”
Really?Whatwere they doing?
“Let’s figure that out closer to the weekend.” I got to see Mathieu on Saturday, but I didn’t want to be too busy in case we could get together on Sunday again.
After that, they shifted a little to talking about the game from the week before the game coming up that week. When lunch was over, Bubba motioned to his bike and looked at me. “Want to give it a shot?”
I was nervous, no lie. “I’ve never ridden one.”
“It’s easy, I’m going to do all the work, you just sit on the back and hold onto me.”
That sounded too easy.
“You can just ride back with us,” Jake said. “You don’t need to freak yourself out.”
I hated the idea that it made me nervous. “Do you have another helmet?”
My palms were sweaty.
“Yep,” he unhitched it from the side of the bike and held it out to me.
“She’s in shorts,” Jake said.
“It’s a six-minute ride, and I’m going to go slow,” Bubba told him. “Relax, man. You’re way too tense.”
That didn’t help, either.
