“Nothing wrong with that.”
“So, back to this Halloween party,” he begins. “You guys doing your costumes this year?”
“Just like we do most years. I got Bowman’s jersey this year, so I’m in for a boring night.”
“Unless he’s one of those guys who’s actually super freaky but really good at hiding it.”
“I doubt it,” I reply. “Invite your teammates to the party, alright? I know it’s last minute, so I’m trying to get the word out. I can’t be known as the guy who threw a lame-ass Halloween party.”
“Between the people I know and the people the rest of the team know, that party will be anything but boring.”
“Maybe just invite the team.” I chuckle. “I’ve been spreading the word, and there’s a fine line between an awesome party and claustrophobia.”
“You sure?”
“Definitely. Now, are we gonna go to Marshall’s pub tonight, or what? There are a few girls down there waiting for me.”
“Oh, another fun night watching Zeke Harris shove his tongue down some girl's throat while I keep her friends entertained.”
“I didn’t forget about you this time, Marky.” I slap his shoulder as I stand up. “She’s bringing her brother.”
I barely finish my sentence before Marcus puts on his shoes and walks out the door.
Imight’ve gone overboard with the invitations to the Halloween party. In my defense, I thought it’d be so last minute that people would already have other plans; I never thought those other parties would cancel.
Which is the only reason our house is an absolute zoo right now. Not that I’m complaining. We’re gonna be legends after this party… but we definitely don’t have nearly enough alcohol. Tateand Fletcher bought a shit ton while they were out today, but I think we’ve already gone through half of our supply.
I’m just lucky that I told Marcus to only invite the football team because I don’t know if we’d have space in our house for anyone else. We got lucky that it’s not too cold outside, so people can hang out in the backyard, giving everyone inside a little more space.
“You definitely didn’t let Brinley down.” Tate’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to see her and Fletcher walking toward me.
“What can I say? I hate to disappoint.”
“You just want people to know you throw bomb ass parties.” Fletcher laughs.
“True. And Little Sanderson scares me, so I didn’t want to let her down. Why’d she want to throw this party so bad anyway?”
“No idea.” Tate shrugs, but by the look on her face, she knows exactly why she threw this party.
“Maybe it wasn’t her idea.” Fletcher points toward the door. “Declan’s been staring at that door for at least ten minutes. You think he’s waiting for someone.”
“We’re all waiting for someone, Fletch. We all just wanna be loved,” I reply, and he shoves me.
“You know what I mean, asshole.”
“Maybe. Plenty of women are here, so if he was just looking to get off, he has a whole party to pick from. So, he’s probably waiting for his econ partner, who he’stotallyonly platonic with.”
He’s not. But I don’t know if he’s told anyone else that they almost kissed, and I’m not about to tell everyone something that’s not my business to tell.
Tate definitely knows, though. I know she, Brinley, and Ember have been hanging out pretty often, so there’s no doubt they know.
“So, you agree that the party was Declan’s idea?” Fletch takes a swig of his drink.
“Oh, no, I totally think Brinley was behind it. But for the sole purpose of matchmaking.” It’s then that I notice Fletcher and Tate’s costumes. “Speaking of matchmaking… are you guys wearing a couple’s costume?”
“What are you talking about? I’m wearing a team jersey. You were there when we picked them.”
“And Tate’s what?”