WES: I’m blocking you.
ME: Fine. Maybe the ape’s name was Devon but that’s not who I hung out with.
WES: … unblocked. Was it Mark Chen?
Shit, I forgot about Chen. We met at the bar on campus and ended up exploring the erotic magic of blindfolds. It was a good night.
ME: Wrong.
WES: Lucas from economics?
ME: Why are you listing all my hookups?
WES: You told me to guess!
ME: Slut shamer.
WES: I’m going back to my movie now. Trip says hi.
I grin, reading his message. Ten bucks says it’s a trilogy.
ME: Nico says hi back. What movie?
WES: Back to the Future.
Knew it.
ME: Classic. It was Maurice O’Brien.
WES: …
WES: You mean our assistant coach? The one who hates you?
ME: The one and only.
Typing bubbles appear then disappear on my screen. There is definitely an off-screen conversation going on over there.
WES: Why?
ME: I was bored.
My fingers hesitate over the keyboard, the desire to share every detail suddenly disappearing.
WES: I have no words. Did you keep it in your pants?
ME: Remember my comment about slut shaming?
WES: It’s not slut shaming if it’s a valid question.
ME: My pants stayed zipped the entire time.
Glancing at my open closet, I see Mo’s borrowed clothes hanging next to my own. Even after a full day of wear, his cologne still lingers on the fabric.
I don’t plan on ever washing them.
WES: Proud of you.
ME: Thanks. Sad to report he broke my pool streak and whooped my ass tonight.
