I roll my eyes. “You are such a smart ass.”
“Better than being a dumbass.” She snatches my phone off my desk and tosses it to me.
I catch it before it can hit me in the face, and I glare at her.
“Sorry!” She laughs as she turns to get dressed.
Sighing, I pull up my text thread with him and do exactly what she said.
Me
Hi, Hotshot.
Kellan
Hey, beautiful. How’s your day?
Me
Can’t complain. I was wondering, do you want to hang out?
I chew on my lip while I wait for his response. My heart races as I watch those three little dots bounce along the screen, letting me know that he’s typing.
Kellan
Sure. I’ll come pick you up.
Me
Cool. See you soon.
“He on his way?” Peyton asks.
I sit up and nod. “Yep.”
“Cool. Remember to hear him out. Don’t accuse him of anything.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Peyton rolls her eyes and walks toward the door. “I expect a full report later.”
“Will do. Have a good shift,” I say as she walks out the door.
And now I wait.
* * *
With my backpack slung over my shoulders, I bound up the steps to her dorm room. I wasn’t expecting to see her so soon, but I won’t complain. Usually when she finishes class, she heads right over to the center, but I guess after the shit show that was yesterday, she decided to take a day for herself.
Which she deserves.
I swear, if I ever find out that woman’s name who made her day hell over a fucking vending machine, I’ll give her a piece of my mind.
“Excuse me,” I say as I pass someone going up the stairs.
In no time at all, I’m in front of her door. Taking a deep breath, I roll my shoulders back. I probably should have made her wait a little longer so that way she wouldn’t know how eager I am to see her, but frankly I don’t care. I want to spend every moment I can with her.
Her and hockey. That’s all that matters to me right now.
