it, but I know.”
I dropped everything and sat on the couch. Now, here’s the thing about Stephanie. I love her, no doubt, but she can be a bit dramatic. I will gut anyone who messes with her, but I also know she’s one step away from winning an Academy Award.
“I’m so confused. Did Ozark admit to you that he cheated?”
She threw her spoon into the cardboard carton and scoffed, “Do you think he would actually admit it?”
I needed to tread this line carefully or there’s a chance I would have ice cream all over me.
“Tell me how you know.”
“Ugh, you should’ve seen the emails.” She uses the spoon now as a point maker, “The emails. Oh God, the emails. Oh, Ozark, you’re so smart. I didn’t even think of conducting the test time like that. Wow, Ozark, you are so talented. You would make a great professor one day.”
The whole thing is filled with face contortions and voices. It’s enough to make me wish I’d stayed at Breaker’s.
I cleared my throat, “Sounds sexy. I mean, you should probably submit that story to Playboy.”
Cold, creamy chocolate hit me in the face.
My mouth really needed to learn its place.
“Really? Ice cream in my face?”
I got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash it off. As I splashed water on my face, I could hear her in the kitchen with me. She clanked a spoon in to the sink and then slammed the freezer door.
“He just denies it. But I know! A woman knows.”
“Maybe you’re mistaken. I can’t imagine Oz cheating on you. He loves you too much.”
She flipped me the bird, “Whatever, Ash. Not all of us can have the perfect relationship.”
And….scene.
I reminded myself to contact the Academy.
Later on, I called Ozark and we agreed to meet for lunch. I went early after starting some laundry and brought my books to get a little studying in. There was no way I could study with Steph banging and stomping around the apartment. The waitress brought me coffee and I managed to get in some studying before the waitress came back and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Ma’am, I’m not trying to alarm you, but that guy has been watching you and looking awfully suspicious for the past half hour or so. Do you want me to call the police?”
I looked up and saw the one person I would ever willingly allow to stalk me. Breaker broke out in a smile. Then he looked to the right and waved over someone—Ozark. The waitress got the picture and brought another chair to our table as she witnessed our exchange and saw the boys coming towards me.
“What the hell,” I said as Breaker kissed my temple.
“Oz was afraid you and Stephanie were gonna castrate him or something. He called me in for backup.”
“Hey, I’m here to try and help. Now Stephanie, she’s a different story. How’d you get out of class?”
Breaker shrugged, “I can miss a class here and there to help a friend. Anyway, Astronomy is boring as hell.”
I closed my books, “Ok, so tell me why my best friend chucked ice cream at me this morning.”
Oz told us the whole story, which summed up, told me Stephanie is a trust-less goober—which I kinda already knew. He did admit that he thought the TA had some kind of crush on him, but he’d never pursued it
I dropped everything and sat on the couch. Now, here’s the thing about Stephanie. I love her, no doubt, but she can be a bit dramatic. I will gut anyone who messes with her, but I also know she’s one step away from winning an Academy Award.
“I’m so confused. Did Ozark admit to you that he cheated?”
She threw her spoon into the cardboard carton and scoffed, “Do you think he would actually admit it?”
I needed to tread this line carefully or there’s a chance I would have ice cream all over me.
“Tell me how you know.”
“Ugh, you should’ve seen the emails.” She uses the spoon now as a point maker, “The emails. Oh God, the emails. Oh, Ozark, you’re so smart. I didn’t even think of conducting the test time like that. Wow, Ozark, you are so talented. You would make a great professor one day.”
The whole thing is filled with face contortions and voices. It’s enough to make me wish I’d stayed at Breaker’s.
I cleared my throat, “Sounds sexy. I mean, you should probably submit that story to Playboy.”
Cold, creamy chocolate hit me in the face.
My mouth really needed to learn its place.
“Really? Ice cream in my face?”
I got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash it off. As I splashed water on my face, I could hear her in the kitchen with me. She clanked a spoon in to the sink and then slammed the freezer door.
“He just denies it. But I know! A woman knows.”
“Maybe you’re mistaken. I can’t imagine Oz cheating on you. He loves you too much.”
She flipped me the bird, “Whatever, Ash. Not all of us can have the perfect relationship.”
And….scene.
I reminded myself to contact the Academy.
Later on, I called Ozark and we agreed to meet for lunch. I went early after starting some laundry and brought my books to get a little studying in. There was no way I could study with Steph banging and stomping around the apartment. The waitress brought me coffee and I managed to get in some studying before the waitress came back and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Ma’am, I’m not trying to alarm you, but that guy has been watching you and looking awfully suspicious for the past half hour or so. Do you want me to call the police?”
I looked up and saw the one person I would ever willingly allow to stalk me. Breaker broke out in a smile. Then he looked to the right and waved over someone—Ozark. The waitress got the picture and brought another chair to our table as she witnessed our exchange and saw the boys coming towards me.
“What the hell,” I said as Breaker kissed my temple.
“Oz was afraid you and Stephanie were gonna castrate him or something. He called me in for backup.”
“Hey, I’m here to try and help. Now Stephanie, she’s a different story. How’d you get out of class?”
Breaker shrugged, “I can miss a class here and there to help a friend. Anyway, Astronomy is boring as hell.”
I closed my books, “Ok, so tell me why my best friend chucked ice cream at me this morning.”
Oz told us the whole story, which summed up, told me Stephanie is a trust-less goober—which I kinda already knew. He did admit that he thought the TA had some kind of crush on him, but he’d never pursued it
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