The Guy on the Right (The Underdogs 1)

I lean back in my seat. “You are serious.”

She shrugs. “I’d follow it. It’s worth a shot.”

“Why we? Why can’t you do this solo?”

“Because it makes more sense and will attract more followers if it’s done from both a male and female perspective.”

“Pass. Find another male.”

“Nope,” she says, tossing her napkin beside her tray. “No need, I’ve found him.”

“Laney, I’m in the Grand Band on scholarship, I have a code of conduct to follow.”

“Then we’ll keep it PG…13ish.”

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“I’m serious.”

“So am I. So, you’ll help me, right?” I open my mouth to speak as she continues. “You really won’t try ketchup and sour cream on a taco? Oh, I forgot to ask what your major is.”

“Woman,” I say exasperated. “I don’t know which question to answer first or in what order.”

“All of them,” she mumbles around the ketchup packet she’s tearing with her teeth, just as she unwraps another taco.

“This is ridiculous,” I spin the wheel and put my left foot on green.

“It’s honest,” she pants, “we don’t do yoga, but we both do Twister. And this is the perfect backdrop. Devin, you gettin’ this?”

“Oh, I’m getting it,” she says through a laugh angling the cell phone to take more pictures.

“It’s not honest, if it’s contrived,” I point out in a huff.

“I get that, and some of it’s going to have to be a little contrived because it’s a school project and we have to make it interesting,” she grunts, twisting her body as her skirt rises another inch. I move to turn my head, but my dick refuses to let me look away.

“Tell you what,” she says, spinning the disk. “From now on, we try to keep it as true to name as possible without tarnishing the whole point.”

“I’m not that interesting,” I say with a groan as her ass comes into view an inch from my face when she plants a booted foot on red.

“I’m going to need a little more enthusiasm on your part, Houseman. This is an adventure.”

“I’ve been suckered, no, manipulated into this because I’m a nice guy, so you will get no such thing.”

“You’re breaking my heart here, buddy, and you aren’t so nice. I see you looking at my ass. Besides, I thought you meant what you said in that yard.” Her breaths are coming fast as we struggle to keep upright.

“I do believe what I said.”

“So, let’s do this. Go all in. We can make fun of ourselves and help further my education.”

“How convenient, for you.”

“I think you’ve met your human bullshit detector, Ms. Cox,” Devin coos as she watches us struggle to reposition.

Laney’s face comes into view when her hand lands next to mine, her head bent, her hair blowing in the breeze.

For fuck’s sake.

“Come on, Theo. It’s only the world wide web.”