he realistically do? He’d probably tell me to call AAA, but I didn’t have hours to sit here, waiting on the side of the road.
Checking the time on the dashboard, I realized that I was most likely not only going to be late for class, but I might also miss it completely. I couldn’t miss my first day of school. Popping the trunk, I walked back there, making sure no one hit me while I did it. It crossed my mind that being on the side of the road with a flat tire wasn’t the safest situation to be in. A driver could lose control of their car and hit mine—or me. It wasn’t unheard of.
Staring at the spare tire and the equipment to change it sitting there, I tried to pull the tire out, but it wouldn’t budge. While I was stared at it, frustrated, a car pulled up behind me, and I looked over, a little nervous at first. The passenger door flew open, and a guy in a baseball hat stepped out before the car even came to a complete stop.
Great.
Mac Davies was either here to rescue me or make it all worse.
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threw open my bedroom door with a smile and heard my roommates already chatting it up in the kitchen. As I rounded the corner, I saw Matt standing at the stove, cooking.
He turned around, a giant, goofy grin on his face as his eyes met mine. “First day of class, man. I am pumped!”
I smiled back, sitting down at the counter between to Dayton and Colin. “Should be cool. It’s whatever. What are you making?” I asked, curious if it was going to be edible or not.
“Eggs, toast, and sausage for everyone. Don’t even think about leaving this house without food,” he insisted, pointing his spatula in our direction, and I shot both Dayton and Colin an inquisitive look.
Colin shrugged. “It’s a little weird that you’re taking on the role of mom in the house since you love to party so much, but I like being fed, so thanks.”
“Yeah, man. Thanks for cooking,” I added as I noticed four glasses all filled with orange juice, sitting just out of reach.
Matt must have seen because he scooted them toward us before hustling back to the stove like a gourmet chef.
If Matt hadn’t let us know he could cook, we all would have attempted to switch off at some point, burning shit or making it poorly. We’d learned pretty quickly last year that none of us were any good in the kitchen if the meal was more complicated than spaghetti, ramen noodles, or protein shakes. Every athlete seemed proficient in making shakes to survive on if we had to. And pasta was a no-brainer. Except that one time when Cole hadn’t cooked it long enough and we’d ended up eating crunchy noodles that almost broke our teeth.
“I’m fired up,” Matt yelled as he divvied up the eggs and sausage evenly onto four separate plates before shoving them our way.
As we reached for the plates, we hit each other like we’d never eaten breakfast before.
“About?” I asked around a mouthful of food before realizing that it was hot as fuck.
“Class. Being here. I’m excited to be at this school and on the team. I’ve heard so many things,” Matt explained as he buttered the toast and gave us each a slice.
“It’s still school, bro. And you have to pass your classes, or you can’t play,” Dayton said, suddenly sounding like the parent. He was always so serious.
“I know that, Dad,” Matt teased, clearly thinking the same thing I was.
“Just don’t forget: no passing grades, no baseball.” Dayton nodded before finishing off his glass of orange juice.
“I’m excited, not stupid,” Matt fired back, getting agitated.
“So, who’s taking me to school this morning?” I asked, hoping to change the subject before Dayton started dishing out one of his famous lectures and pissing Matt off. One of the worst things was having two guys who ended up not getting along, living in the same house. “I have class in thirty,” I said because if someone wasn’t giving me a ride, I needed to leave now and start walking.
Dayton raised his hand. “I’m driving you. Actually, I’m driving all of us this morning,” he added with a smile.
“You don’t have a car?” Matt asked, and I realized that we actually knew very little about each other.
“My parents don’t let me bring it out here,” I explained.
He grimaced like