Page 3 of Merry Mischief List
“But the art of cookie baking isverymerry.”
“How about…” She scribbles down,Bake gingerbread man cookies (XLGD).
“XLGD?”
“Yeah, extra-large ginger dick.”
“You want me to bake gingerbread men with giant dicks?” I scoff. “My grandma makes the dough!”
“Sorry.” She shrugs. “It’s on the list. I don’t make the rules.”
“You’re literally the one making the rules.” I roll my eyes in mock annoyance. “You know what? If you’re making me do this ridiculous shit, you’re doing it too.”
I snatch the pen from her and scribbleMerry Mischief Listat the top.
“Oh, okay, that’s cute,” she says. “What are the stakes?”
I glance down at the list, feeling confident she’ll avoid a few of these. “Loser has to streak outside our hotel after the bowl game in Arizona on New Year’s Eve.”
“Deal.” She snatches the paper back. “But we’re not done with the list.” Excitement floods my veins at the idea of a challenge. “You have to block Olivia.”
And my stomach drops to my feet. “Oh, come on. That’ll cause drama. It’s so unnecessary.”It’s actually probably a hundred percent necessary.Olivia’s been sending messages since the day of our “breakup” and I expected them to stop, but they just keep on coming.
Olivia
I can’t believe you said all that in front of everyone
Then again you are a cheerleader, so I should know by now you like an audience
Everything always has to be about YOU. Was it really so bad I didn’t want you twerking like a fucking whore on the middle of the dance floor?
Sorry. That last one was a little harsh. It was more like a hooker
Seriously the silent treatment?
Grow up and talk to me like an adult.
“Well,notblocking her is gonna cause drama in your heart, babe,” Stella points out.
“First of all, that is so lame. Second, that’s not fair to add becauseobviouslyyou’ll do that one.” She shrugs smugly, and I rack my brain for anything she hates. “Okay, then we’re adding ‘Blow Santa.’”
“What? Disgusting.” She gasps. “His balls must be so sweaty in that costume.”
“Sorry,Idon’t make the rules,” I mock.
“Evil.” She glares. “You know my gag reflex sucks.”
We finish it up, and I have to admit, this looks like the ultimate holiday list for a little fun. Of the sugarandspice variety.
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PORTER
“For crying out loud,” I mutter to myself. We’re two weeks away from the Desert Bowl in Arizona, one of the biggest college football games of the year, and the guys are playing like it’s tryouts.
My smart watch buzzes, pulling my attention from the practice field. It’s yetanotherweather alert about the snowstorm sweeping across the Northeast. It’ll be a damn miracle if I’m able to fly out to New Jersey tonight before everything is shut down.Then again… if I got stuck here in Florida, I would have more time to prepare for this bowl game.
“Heads up, Coach!”
