We reach the school just as I'm finishing my food. "Dominic says he wants her to sleep in his bed," West informs Jack, who glances back at him.
"Why?" he wonders. "Is he coming back tonight or something?"
"No, I think he just wants to make sure she doesn't die in her sleep or something," West clarifies.
"Okay." Jack shrugs.
We pull up to their dorm building and the guys help me out of the car. I dance over to the trash can and step back with the balled up bag in my hands. "November Camacho who? More like Steph Curry," I whisper as I throw the ball at the trash. It falls to the ground and I put my hands on my head in shame.
"The assist!" West calls as he scoops it up and tosses it into the trash. We both feign cheering as we approach the entrance to the building. "She's just like Domin
