“Good that I like tall, dark, and handsome then.” I flashed her a playful wink, sinking the puck in her open goal. The guys must have noticed us watching because one of them nudged the other, and they both glanced in our direction.
“What about Cameron?”
“Cameron who?” I cocked my head, but her smile faltered as if she saw straight through my ruse.
“Fine, play it that way. Maybe we should invite them over?”
“I don’t… Shit, too late.” I mumbled, dropping my eyes and whispering, “They’re coming over here.”
Flick did a little excited squeal.
“We’re supposed to be having girls’ night,” I protested, but she simply rolled her eyes at me.
“What better way to make you forget all about he who shall not be named, than cute guys?”
“I don’t know.” I glanced over at them again. They had doubled back to the counter, probably when they noticed my frown, but they kept looking over here as they ordered drinks. I’d been joking when they first walked in, hoping to throw her off Cameron’s scent. But now I wasn’t so sure I wanted them to come over here.
“It’s on my list,” she blurted out. “Number ten, hook up with a random guy.”
I sprayed a mouthful of soda into the air. “Easy there, who said anything about hooking up?”
I definitely wasn’t looking for that.
“Says you.” Flick sighed, lowering her voice. “You already lost your v-card. Now it’s my turn, Hails. I don’t want to be the only girl at college who hasn’t done it yet.”
“Flick, come on. It wasn’t like the one time I did it was anything to shout home about.” It had been awkward and over so quick I wasn’t sure it had even happened, and I’d never seen the guy again. Not exactly a first time to remember.
“I’m not saying I want to sleep with him.” Her gaze moved to the two guys again. “But I wouldn’t say no to second base.”
“I don’t know—” But it was too late. The guys were already heading toward us, the blond making eyes at my best friend as the dark-haired one smiled at me. “Hey, I’m Toby.”
“Hi,” Flick said eagerly. “I’m Felicity, this is my friend Hailee. And you are?” She directed at the other guy.
“Jude,” he said smoothly.
“Well, Jude, want to buy me a drink?”
Toby and I watched as Flick grabbed his hand and gave him no choice but to follow her back to the counter. “Is she always so…” His voice trailed off.
“No,” I said fighting a smile. “She really isn’t.” And I wasn’t sure what to make of this new version of my best friend.
“I guess it’ll make me look like a complete jackass if I don’t ask you if you want a drink?”
“No judgment here.” I held up my hands. Then something occurred to me. “Hey, do you live around here? I don’t recognize you from school.”
“Ah, that would be because I go to Rixon East.”
“I figured.”
“I take it you’re a Raider?”
“Is that what you’re calling us these days?” The corner of my mouth lifted. “Actually, I hate football.”
“For real? And they haven’t cast you out yet?”
I laughed at that. Toby was funny and he had a nice smile. “Please don’t tell me you play?”
“Do I look like I play?” He didn’t. He was tall and lean, built more like a basketball player or swimmer than a football player. “Nah, it’s not really my thing either. I’m more of a creative type…”