Chapter 9
I’d just about reached my tolerance for Jane Eyre when Jake stuck his head in my door.
“Rachel wanted me to see if you’re going to the game Friday night.” He shoved a chocolate chip cookie into his mouth before brushing crumbs from his t-shirt into my bedroom floor.
My brows dipped. “She texted you to ask if I wanted to go to the game? Why didn’t she just text me?” I grabbed my phone from the table next to my bed and checked the screen. Sure enough, I had no recent texts.
Jake shrugged. “Don’t know. You goin’ or what?” He braced his hands on either side of my door frame.
“I haven’t thought about it. Is it an important game?” I set Jane Eyre on my table.
“Dang, Ria, don’t you notice anything besides school work? We play Bethel, remember? They almost beat us last time.” At my
