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They couldn't keep their hands off each other any other time, but it seemed like she had him on lock-down at work. I was impressed.
"Hey you." I nodded toward the pizza. "You want some?"
"No, I'm on the clock."
"So is your boyfriend, but he just took half the damn thing to the back with him."
Dillon slid into the booth across from me and grumbled, "Yeah, part of my half."
She laughed and glanced over her shoulder. "He'll do whatever you let him do. That's for sure."
"TMI." I took another bite of my pizza and sat back in my seat. "Have you heard from Tasha? You still staying with her at the Wayland Dorms?"
"I stay with her off and on, but I've been out at the house the last week or so. Jacob is struggling with his history class, and I aced it last semester."
"How is he taking a junior-level history class?" Dillon lifted his pizza toward his mouth and blew on it several times.
"That's going to be cold if you don't come on and eat it already." I smiled as he flipped me off and shoved half the piece of pizza into his mouth.
"Better?" he mumbled around it.
"Much." I turned my attention back to Em. "How is she? She was upset last night when she left the pep rally."
"She's okay. She's got a lot on her plate right now, and I'm sure you know this, but she's a really private person. She doesn't even share much with me." Emily picked up my soda glass and smiled. "Let me refill this for you. If she calls, I'll tell her to give you a call."
"No, that's all right. Just give me her number and I'll call her myself."
"I'll see if she's okay with that." She turned and walked toward the kitchen.
"Why is Tasha so withdrawn? Something happen to her when she was little?" Dillon folded his pizza in half and took another big bite.
"No clue. I wish I knew." I took the soda from Emily and tilted my head to the side. "It's me, by the way. You know I wouldn't do anything with her number but check on her."
"I know." She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and studied me as if trying to decide if I was really the guy she thought me to be.
"We've been friends for three years. Hello."
"Right. Okay. Give me your phone, but if she gets pissed-"
"It's all on me." I handed her my phone and glanced back across the table to Dillon.
"Come swimming with me. It's a great workout, and I think you'll love it." He finished his pizza and reached for a napkin as sauce dripped down the side of his face.
"I love to swim." Emily piped in and handed me the phone back. "Not sure Jacob would be good with me joining you guys, so have fun, and don't hurt my friend. Got it?"
She narrowed her eyes, and I didn't have the heart to tell her she was far more cute than intimidating.
"Yes, Ma'am. Never in a million years. I promise." I lifted my hand in the Boy Scout sign. "Scout’s honor."
"Were you a scout?" Dillon piped up.
"Nope." I winked at Emily as she huffed and walked off, mumbling something about all men being cut from the same cloth.
"Then it doesn't work. Duh, man." He rolled his eyes and picked up another piece. "I'm serious about you coming to the pool with me. It's a great work out."
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. Me and water don't get along too well." I shrugged and turned my attention up to the TV screen above my head. I was going to call and check on Tasha the minute I got rid of Dillon. I liked the guy, but something told me that the pretty girl who played through my thoughts all the time needed a friend.
I wanted to be that friend.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dillon snorted. "You take showers and drink water, right? How do you and water not get along? That's lame, by the way."
"My sister drowned while I was watching her at home when she was seven. That's why I don't want anything to do with water. All right?"
His eyes grew wide, and I felt like a complete dick for using shock value to slap him in the face. It wasn't his fault that I was terrified of big bodies of water. Losing Lyndsay and having it be my
"Hey you." I nodded toward the pizza. "You want some?"
"No, I'm on the clock."
"So is your boyfriend, but he just took half the damn thing to the back with him."
Dillon slid into the booth across from me and grumbled, "Yeah, part of my half."
She laughed and glanced over her shoulder. "He'll do whatever you let him do. That's for sure."
"TMI." I took another bite of my pizza and sat back in my seat. "Have you heard from Tasha? You still staying with her at the Wayland Dorms?"
"I stay with her off and on, but I've been out at the house the last week or so. Jacob is struggling with his history class, and I aced it last semester."
"How is he taking a junior-level history class?" Dillon lifted his pizza toward his mouth and blew on it several times.
"That's going to be cold if you don't come on and eat it already." I smiled as he flipped me off and shoved half the piece of pizza into his mouth.
"Better?" he mumbled around it.
"Much." I turned my attention back to Em. "How is she? She was upset last night when she left the pep rally."
"She's okay. She's got a lot on her plate right now, and I'm sure you know this, but she's a really private person. She doesn't even share much with me." Emily picked up my soda glass and smiled. "Let me refill this for you. If she calls, I'll tell her to give you a call."
"No, that's all right. Just give me her number and I'll call her myself."
"I'll see if she's okay with that." She turned and walked toward the kitchen.
"Why is Tasha so withdrawn? Something happen to her when she was little?" Dillon folded his pizza in half and took another big bite.
"No clue. I wish I knew." I took the soda from Emily and tilted my head to the side. "It's me, by the way. You know I wouldn't do anything with her number but check on her."
"I know." She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and studied me as if trying to decide if I was really the guy she thought me to be.
"We've been friends for three years. Hello."
"Right. Okay. Give me your phone, but if she gets pissed-"
"It's all on me." I handed her my phone and glanced back across the table to Dillon.
"Come swimming with me. It's a great workout, and I think you'll love it." He finished his pizza and reached for a napkin as sauce dripped down the side of his face.
"I love to swim." Emily piped in and handed me the phone back. "Not sure Jacob would be good with me joining you guys, so have fun, and don't hurt my friend. Got it?"
She narrowed her eyes, and I didn't have the heart to tell her she was far more cute than intimidating.
"Yes, Ma'am. Never in a million years. I promise." I lifted my hand in the Boy Scout sign. "Scout’s honor."
"Were you a scout?" Dillon piped up.
"Nope." I winked at Emily as she huffed and walked off, mumbling something about all men being cut from the same cloth.
"Then it doesn't work. Duh, man." He rolled his eyes and picked up another piece. "I'm serious about you coming to the pool with me. It's a great work out."
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. Me and water don't get along too well." I shrugged and turned my attention up to the TV screen above my head. I was going to call and check on Tasha the minute I got rid of Dillon. I liked the guy, but something told me that the pretty girl who played through my thoughts all the time needed a friend.
I wanted to be that friend.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dillon snorted. "You take showers and drink water, right? How do you and water not get along? That's lame, by the way."
"My sister drowned while I was watching her at home when she was seven. That's why I don't want anything to do with water. All right?"
His eyes grew wide, and I felt like a complete dick for using shock value to slap him in the face. It wasn't his fault that I was terrified of big bodies of water. Losing Lyndsay and having it be my
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