11. Brody
ELEVEN
Hayden
You might’ve won that round, but I’ll win the war.
I stare at my phone, trying to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. Shouldn’t he be gloating since he got to Bree first? We agreed that whoever got her to say yes to the date at our place would get to claim the condo as our own since we both can’t bring her there. When she told me she couldn’t hang out tonight, I assumed it was because Hayden got to her first.
Instead of texting him back, I call him.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Stay away tonight,” he mutters. “I really thought I got there first. You must’ve fucking ran there, asshole.”
“I did run,” I say with a laugh. When we discussed it this morning, we agreed we had to ask her in person. Whoever got there first gets to bring her back to our place and the other person has to find somewhere else to hang out. I don’t think either of us has ever gotten ready for work that fast in our lives. “But I thought you got there first. Bree told me she couldn’t make it tonight.”
“Really? She told me the same thing,” he says.
We both sit on the phone in silence for a few minutes before I say what I’m pretty sure we’re both thinking. “Could she be dating someone else?”
“No way. Every day, she’s either with you or me. When the hell would she have the time to date a third guy?”
“True,” I agree. “Maybe she has plans with Lacey.”
“Maybe. I’m going to ask her out for Sunday since we have that thing tomorrow night.”
“I already did that, and she said she’d let me know,” I say.
“Well, damn.”
“Yeah. Lunch later?”
“Of course,” he says. “Order Thai.”
“We had Thai on Tuesday.”
“Fine,” he groans. “Korean barbecue.”
“All right, see you then.”