She jetted her lip out and pouted. “Oh, come on. Don’t be such a party pooper. I know we’d have . . . fun.”
I wanted nothing more than to tell Crysti her idea of fun was not the same as mine.
Hitting the speed, I started running faster, making it harder for Crysti to talk to me.
“Well, I’ll see you around!” she called out.
With a wave, I pushed my earbuds back in. Fucking hell. A campus the size of UT, and I have to keep running into this chick.
My phone buzzed, causing me to glance down at it.
Jeff.
Jeff: I need a favor.
Turning down the speed, I picked up my phone.
Me: Why does this feel like I’m about to be tortured with an evening of Crysti and Jemma?
Jeff: Dude, how did you know?
Me: Ran into Crysti. The answer is no.
Jeff: Gunner, dude, I need this girl to help me in a class. The only way she’ll help me is to go out with her.
Me: Wait. You don’t want to just fuck her?
Jeff: That hurts. That really hurts. This is Jeff, dickhead . . . not Josh.
I laughed and shook my head.
Me: Are you failing the class?
Jeff: Almost.
Me: Fine. But you will owe me. Big-time.
Jeff: I would bow down and kiss your damn shoes right now if I could.
Letting out a sigh, I sped up the treadmill again. I couldn’t help but notice Crysti across the way talking to another guy. I watched her as she p
ulled out her phone, read a message, and jumped for joy. She turned my way and flashed me a huge smile.
I did the only thing I could do: I smiled back.
“Oh, he is going to owe me so fucking big,” I mumbled under my breath.
Walking into the house, I slammed the door behind me.
“Before you say anything, it was torturous for me too,” Jeff said.
“Really?” I asked. “Because at one point, I swear to God, Jemma was jerking you off under the table.”
Jeff laughed. “That was me pushing her hand away from my junk every five seconds. Christ almighty, the girl had six hands.”
“Yeah, well, lucky you. I just kept getting a damn tongue shoved down my ear.” I shuddered. “At one point I was pretty sure she was going to offer me head under the table.”
Jeff grabbed a beer, walked back to the sofa, and dropped down on it.