Rory:Also completely unsurprising
since you’re so averse to talking to
people. Makes sense that
you’d hate texting too
Rory:I think you just hate people in
general but also fair
Rory:Anyway, when should our first
lesson be?
Cillian:Don’t make this weird.
Rory:You’re no fun.
Cillian:Now?
Rory:Like… right now? Tonight?
Cillian:I’ll pick you up in an hour.
Send me the address.
Rory:Cillian, seriously? What about
the plan… this is not a plan!
Cillian:Cheers
Idrop my phone onto my stomach as I stare up at the stark white ceiling above me, my heart battering wildly in my chest.
Holy shit. Is this actually happening right now?
I can’t believe one slightly drunken ramble turned into this… I can’t believe heactuallytook me up on it.
It just kind of came pouring out of me after the run-in with board shorts guy, and I just couldn’t help myself. I’d been holdingall that in for so long that I word vomited to the first person who doesn’t know me as Rory, one of the bros.
But that’s where Cillian is different. He’s not one of the guys I’ve spent my entire college career around, that I’ve basically grown up with. He’s not someone I consider a brother. He doesn’t know me at all, which makes him unbiased.
Sure, this agreement ismutuallybeneficial. We both have skin in the game.
Except there are two things I didn’t consider in this entire proposition.
One…Cillian’sgoing to teach me how to do all of it and I am actually attracted to him because, I mean let’s be real, how could I not be? He looks like a model. A broody, grumpy, hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it model, and now that makes me feel nervous.
He’s going to see me make a complete ass out of myself, undoubtedly.
And two, I haven’t figured out exactly how I’m going to hold up my end of the bargain. How I’m going to get the guys to let him in, to trust him. They trustme, but I’ve got to come up with a plan to convince them to trust Cillian. At least enough so they can sync on the pitch.
Sitting up from my bed, I toss my phone beside me onto the mattress.
First things first: Figuring out what to wear tonight.
Because I have zero fashion sense and absolutely no idea how to dress for any occasion, it takes entirely too long to decide on something, and I end up pulling everything I own out of my closet and throwing it into a pile in the middle of my bedroom floor.
