American Honey - Page 185

“Hey.” I smile brightly at her.

“Hey.” She smiles back and drops her book bag onto the floor, never letting go of the pizza.

“How were tryouts?”

“Okay, I guess. We’ll see next week. This picking the players over the weekend is killer.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why they do it that way. Stupid.”

“Tell me about it,” she agrees as she puts the box on my desk and takes a seat in her chair. Yes, her chair. I’ve dubbed it that since it’s where she sits every night.

“What’s with the food?” I ask with a chin thrust.

“I thought since it was Friday and you’ve been working so hard, we’d forgo studying and just hang out.”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.”

“You want to just hang out, with me, tonight?” I repeat, making sure I heard her correctly.

“Yes.” She giggles. She’s wearing that shirt again. The gray and black one with the number fourteen stamped across her chest. I don’t think there’s an article of clothing I find more appealing. Laney picks up her book bag and pulls out paper plates, napkins, and two bottles of soda. “I thought we’d give your mom the night off. My dad made the pizza for us.”

“The famous Chef Riley cooked for me?” I sit up straighter on my bed.

“He was thrilled to do it. I think he wants your autograph,” she says as she plates a piece of pizza for each of us. It smells out of this world. Laney hands me my slice. It’s square, which is odd, and there’re little circles of mozzarella all over the top of it.

“Kam, what’s wrong, you look confused?” Laney asks as she sits next to me on the bed.

“I’m not used to pizza looking like this,” I admit.

Laney nearly falls over laughing. “It’s called a grandma pie, all fresh ingredients. My father made the mozzarella himself.”

“He made the cheese? I can’t even begin to imagine how you make cheese.”

“It’s a very involved process. Lots of kneading.” She smirks. “And you don’t ask Chef Riley to cook and expect store bought ingredients.”

“Well, I’ll send him a signed football for his trouble.”

“Thank you.” She nibbles on her pizza.

“You know, you could have just asked me.”

“Asked you what?”

“For an autograph, if your dad wanted one.”

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Or make your ego any bigger than it already is.” She grins all cutesy at me.

“You can ask me for anything, Lemon. I’ll never say no.”

“You spoil me,” she jokes. I wish she knew how much I want to spoil her. Spend time with her, touch her, and make her smile.

“I can be a pretty good boyfriend if given the chance.” Laney nearly chokes on her pizza, and I pat her back. “You okay?”

“Fine, that statement was just surprising.”

“Why?”

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