Jayden: Awesome. Where at?
Leave it to Jayden to want to know where. Jude doesn’t care as long as I have a job.
Me: The coffee shop. Chase Miller owns it.
Jude: No shit. Cool.
Jayden: So you’re a barista?
Me: Yeah.
Jayden: Man, are you sure? You have to think a lot when you do that.
Jude: No shit, and we all know you don’t know how to think without your momma doing it for you.
Me: Fuck off.
Rolling my eyes, I turn my phone on silent just as another text comes through.
Avery: Texting your girlfriend?
I laugh.
Me: Stalker.
Avery: Oh…deflecting. Maybe I pegged you wrong. You are a player?
Me: Ha, I’m single and ready to mingle.
Me: But should I be on the lookout for your boyfriend? Don’t want to get into a fight for ogling while you’re onstage.
“Why did you invite me if you are gonna text her the whole time when she’s behind that wall?” I look up to see Markus looking bored and little frustrated. “No girls are checking me out here.”
“Aw, do you want a slice of crybaby pie to go along with that whine of yours?”
When he flips me off, I grin and then my phone vibrates. Looking down, I see another text from Avery.
Avery: Single also…which means one thing…
Me: We can hook up as much as we want.
Avery: Um. Well. Yeah, but I was going with the fact that I answer to no one.
Me: That too, but the hooking up part is funner.
Avery: Funner is not a word.
Me: It is to me.
Avery: Okay, well you have lots of funner and I’m gonna go put on a show.
Me: Really? Cause I’m here to see some hot chick perform. Maybe you’ve heard of her.
Avery: Shh…can’t swoon when I’m about to sing.
Me: What if I flash you?
Avery: I will cut you.