“Not really, but I don’t mind them either. I’m just really focused on school right now.”
“I get it. I’ll try to keep the idiots from bothering you too much.”
“What do you want to drink, Daisy?” Dylan is already in the fridge rummaging around.
“Water?”
“Girl, we have beer, beer, and some kind of fruity wine cooler.”
“There’s water.” Hailey shoves him aside and tosses me a bottle of water. “They don’t know how to look past the beer.”
“Not true.” A guy slides his arm around Hailey and pulls her against his chest. “I don’t drink during the season.”
“This is Mitchell. He’s the captain and quarterback of the football team.” Of course he is because he’s super cute. Dark blonde hair and eyes as blue as Hailey’s with a body meant to make girls have midnight fantasies about. Been there, done that. Not doing it again.
Three more boys come over, yelling and joking. I sincerely doubt I’ll remember everyone. These three all have dark hair and dark eyes and are just as cute as the quarterback. They’re also football players.
“Is this like the football house or something?”
Dylan laughs. “You would think wouldn’t you, but no. I’m on the hockey team. Cara’s boyfriend, Andrew, is also on the team. You’ll meet him later. He stayed late to help a couple of the guys who have scouts looking at them.”
That is a huge deal. If it’s scouts, then it means a professional team is looking at them. “Is it like the NFL but for hockey?”
“You a football fan?”
“I know football.”
When I say nothing else, Mitchell frowns, but lets it go. “The National Hockey League, or NHL.”
“Shitz and Skittles?” Dylan notices my t-shirt for the first time. It’s a rainbow literally farting skittles on the front. I hadit on yesterday but decided to clean in it today so as not to get anything else dirty. “Where did you get that?”
“My nana bought it for my birthday.”
“Please tell me you have more of these kinds of shirts?”
“Drawers full of them.”
Jenny bumps his arm. “Told she was going to fit right in.”
The doorbell rings and someone shouts pizza.
Jenny sidles up next to me while the boys go pay for the pizza. “We organized a cleaning party disguised as a pizza party. It’s the only real way to trick them into doing what we wanted them to.”
“And I ruined your plans.”
“Or saved our ears from all the complaints we’d get.”
Another roommate I’m guessing. She’s model tall, with heavy, thick sandy colored hair and hazel eyes. She smiles wryly. “I’m Blaire. You must be Daisy.”
“Nice to meet you.”
She points to the guy leading the way with boxes of pizzas in his hands. “That’s Jack, he’s a shortstop on the baseball team and he’s mine.”
The look in her eyes dares me to try something. Little does she know I’m done with athletes.
“Alright, alright, move along, move along.”
Now that voice sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.
