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“Are you okay?” I ask her once we reach the trashcan, tossing my salad inside.
“Yeah, sometimes I swear Enzo doesn’t have a compassionate bone in his body,” she grumbles, emptying her tray before stacking it on top of the can.
“I think that’s most men,” I tease. “Are you that worried about Tigs?” I ask, looking back toward the table just as he sets a tray of food down and takes a seat next to Buckley.
“Maybe a little. I mean, I know he’s all over the place, but you saw him. I think I’m going to talk to him.”
“You think it’ll help?”
“No, but I won’t feel good about it if I don’t at least try. Someone has to. Clearly, his friends aren’t taking it too seriously.”
“Maybe Enzo’s right. Maybe he’s just going through something and it will pass.”
“Maybe...” She considers my words. “Maybe you could talk to him?”
“Me?” I gape openly at her.
“Oh, come on, Rory. We both know he’s got a thing for you. Hell, everyone knows it. Maybe he just needs an ear and he’d be more willing to open up to you.”
“I don’t know...” I dig the toe of my sneaker into the ground.
“Please...” She bats her long lashes at me.
“Fine,” I finally concede, not really sure how I can say no. “Text me his number and I’ll reach out.”
“You’re the best.” She gives me a wide smile, showing off a mouthful of perfectly straight teeth.
“I don’t know about that.” I turn, my feet suddenly forgetting how to work when Archer freaking Copeland strides into the room with a chesty brunette hanging on his arm and two blondes following closely at his other side.
Like what is with this guy?
Of course, he couldn’t have waited two minutes to come strolling in and save me the irritation of having to watch him move through the room, high-fiving and fist bumping everyone he passes like he’s some god, and they simply cannot wait to reach out and touch him.
“Disgusting,” I mutter under my breath.
“Tina Evans, I know. She’s in my Lit class and I swear she’s the most stuck-up person I’ve ever had the misfortune of sharing a class with.” Alina rolls her eyes dramatically, not bothering to mention the other two women who flock after him like he’s Jesus reincarnated.
“Not her. Him. Look at him. He thinks he’s so damn special.”
“News flash, Rory. Heisspecial.”
“Says who?”
“Says everyone.” She slips her arm through mine, leaning in close. “Come to the game with me this weekend. Maybe if you see him in action, you’ll understand why everyone treats him the way they do.”
“And give up a perfectly good Saturday for that?” I tip my chin in his direction, thankful that he hasn’t noticed me. “No, thanks. I don’t care how good of a football player he is. He’s just a person like everyone else.”
“Is Chris Evans just a person like everyone else?” She gives me a knowing look.
I’ll admit, I have a slight obsession with one Steve Rogers and by proxy, the man who played him on the big screen.
“That’s different. He’s Captain America.” I almost whine.
“Yeah, in the movies.” Alina snorts out a laugh.
“Still different.”
Okay, so maybe that’s contradictory of me but honestly, who cares. Archer Copeland has nothing on Captain America.
