11
Jett
I’m already out with Alex and Mason, appreciating some beer at the Orpheus brewery, when Cady texts me.
Hey. What are you doing?
I read the message while Mason is telling us about the marathon he just ran. I’m only half paying attention to him, checking my phone under the massive oak table, but I give myself away when I try to think of how to respond.
“Hey, rock star,” Mason says. “Eyes up here.”
“Or just tell us what’s on the phone,” Alex chips in. “If he has a line with some girls, he’d better cough it up.”
I roll my eyes. I haven’t told Alex and Mason that I’ve been seeing Cady yet, but I guess now is as good a time as any.
“Remember that girl from the party a few weeks ago? The one you dared me to… I don’t know, not take home?” I say to Mason.
He straightens a little.
