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“Uh yeah, I’m okay.”Don’t be a dick. Don’t hurt her feelings. Don’t give her a reason to be angry or cry or something.
“The game doesn’t seem to be holding your attention . . .” Her voice drops to a sultry tone, and my gut tightens.No, no, no.
“I need to shit.” The words blurt out of my mouth so fast even I’m surprised by them. Nikki jerks back, and I climb off the bed, heading for the bathroom. Once the door is closed and locked, I pull my phone from my pocket and text Paul.
MENACE: What the actual fuck, man? Why did you leave?
P DADDY: I’m trying to study and having people there is distracting.
MENACE: So get rid of her! I don’t want her here either!
P DADDY: I hope she isn’t reading over your shoulder . . .
MENACE: I’m in the bathroom. I told her I had to shit.
I cover my mouth to keep my laugh quiet. I swear I can see Paul’s expression, snorting at the excuse.
P DADDY: I’m at the library. Text Preston, he’s a dick. He’ll get rid of her.
Oh, that’s a damn good idea.
I pull up Preston’s messages and send him a message.
OILER: Yo, big man, I need you to get a girl out of my dorm.
P DAWG: So tell her to leave?
OILER: But that’s mean! You do it.
I’m pretty sure I can hear him sigh from here, but I don’t have to wait long before I hear the door open and Preston’s voice.
“Time to go.”
I open the bathroom door, and Nikki’s eyes flick to mine, wide and intimidated by Preston.
“Sorry, we’ve got hockey shit to do.” I try to look like I feel bad, but I don’t know how successful I am.
She stands and looks between us a few times before the look on her face changes to understanding.
“Oh, okay.” The smile on her face says she knows something. “I get it.” She winks and reaches out to touch me as she gets closer, but Preston growls, and she pulls her hand back. “Possessive, got it.”
“We can talk later.” She winks at me, then leaves.
“Thanks, man.” I pat Preston’s arm, and he grabs my wrist.
“Touch me again, I’ll break your fingers.”
I nod, and he releases me. Jeremy’s laugh sounds from the hallway, and I smile.
“What’s the deal with Curly Sue?” Jeremy appears in the doorway, leaning against it.
“I guess I flirted with her or something at the bar last night? I don’t know. She’s been blowing up my phone all day. Then invited herself over. Paul abandoned me, the ass.” I huff and drop onto my bed.
Jeremy and Preston share a look I can’t decipher before turning back to me.
“And why wouldn’t you get rid of her yourself?” Jeremy asks.
“Telling her to leave would be rude,” I scoff.
