“Good. Though, I think she’s back with that dumbass, Taco.”
“What the fuck? Why? Does Jakob know? He’s gonna kill him, or her, or both.”
“Pretty sure they saw them together last night, and they did not look happy. I don’t know why she does that.”
“Me either. She’s pretty hot, and she’s cool as hell.”
“Exactly. It pisses me off.”
“Why? Yeah, it’s annoying, but it isn’t your problem,” he asks, and I shrug. Why am I being asked this again?
“I want what’s best for her, and he isn’t that.”
“Sure, but why does that piss you off? Be annoyed, but pissed isn’t an emotion I would feel about a friend unless they did something to me. Unless—”
“Don’t. I already heard it from Angie and Stella.”
“Angie? The girl from last night?” I groan inwardly. Aiden used to babysit Angie. “Please don’t tell me you mean Angie Paxton. Do not sleep with her. I will kick your ass. She’s a baby.”
If he heard some of the things she was saying last night, he’d think differently. “I didn’t, and I don’t know her well enough yet to sleep with her.”
“Thank God. I forgot you’re a sensitive dork and not me.”
“Wow, thank you.”
“No offense intended. But really, don’t sleep with her.”
“Five seconds ago, you were telling me to fuck around.”
“Yeah, with other girls except Angie. It’s weird. I watched her, and she’s like a little sister.”
“So, I’m not good enough for her?”
“No, no one is. The same for you and Stella and Emery.”
“Well, that’s nice.”
“I can be sensitive too. Sometimes.”
“Sometimes being the key word there,” I say on an exhale. “She’s a cool chick, but she’s coming on so strong.”
“Ew. Please stop.”
I laugh. “Sorry.”
“My boy Wes, who I play with, is interested in Stella, and she keeps flirting with him. I threw a breadstick in her hair the other day when she winked at him.”
I snort. “Wow, that’s some real protective brother shit.”
“Right? I don’t even know what came over me. It was weird.”
“You’re a sensitive guy.”
“Fuck you.”
We share a laugh. “You know what you should do?”
“What?”