The Other Game: A Dean Carter Novel (The Perfect Game #4) (4 page)

“I think she just wanted me to shut up. But it worked, and I took the win.” He shrugged. “Speaking of, when are you going to ask out that feisty little fun-sized roommate of hers?”

I swallowed hard. “Melissa?”

The ball rolled back to me, and I attempted another shot. Missed again.

“No, Matilda the Hun. Yes, Melissa.” He shot me a knowing glance. “She likes you, you know.”

“I don’t know. She’s flirty, but then she’s not. I can’t read her at all. But I got her number today, so we’ll see.”

“Good. Make sure you use it. Now get out of here so I can take a shower.”

Jack picked up the little basketball and tossed it at my head.

He didn’t miss.

Jack yelled for me, I stopped what I was doing to go see what he wanted. But when I stepped into his room, I didn’t see him anywhere. Then his closet door popped open and he stepped out, buttoning up his shirt.

“I can’t believe she said yes,” he said as he finished getting dressed.

“Bullshit,” I said, calling his bluff. “You said you weren’t going to let her say no.”

“I know,” he said with a shrug, and averted his eyes. “But now that she’s said yes, what if she hates me and never lets me see her again?”

I snorted. “She won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you’re actually taking a girl out on a date, Jack. In public. At dinnertime. I haven’t seen you do anything like that in years.”

It was true. Jack hooked up with girls all the time, but this wasn’t a hookup. This, whatever it was, wasn’t his usual MO. Everything about this was different, not to mention the fact that he actually seemed nervous. Girls didn’t make my brother nervous, but for some reason, this one did.

When he pulled a paper bag from his dresser and rolled it up to stuff it into his pocket, I squinted at him. “What the hell is that?”

He smiled. “Quarters.”

“Quarters?”

“The first time I met her at that party, she told me it cost fifty cents every time I touched her.”

“So?”

“So this right here”—he shook the paper bag at me, and it jingled—“is a shitload of quarters . . . for a shitload of touching.”

I shook my head, both impressed with his resourcefulness and half shocked with his gal. “Nice.”

“She’ll love it, right?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

Jack looked at himself in the mirror one last time before turning to me. “How do I look?”

“Hot,” I said in a high-pitched voice, trying to hold a serious expression.

“You’re no help. Keep your phone on in case something happens and I need you,” he said as he stepped into the hallway.

“First of all, why would I turn it off? And second, why the hell would you possibly need me?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea, just tell me okay.”

“Okay,” I said, hoping to calm his jitters. “Have fun. And use your manners,” I told him with a laugh, and he flipped me off. “That’s not them!”

Once Jack left, I pulled out my phone to text Melissa. I figured since both of us would be alone tonight, we could be alone together.

Dean
: Want to study tonight?

Melissa
: On one condition.

Dean
: ?

Melissa
: You bring me a cherry Slurpee from 7-Eleven.

Dean
: Seriously?

Melissa
: Do I sound like I’m kidding?

Dean
: Why cherry?

Melissa
: Because I’m craving it and you’re on your way here and it’s on your way and pleeease? I’ll make you brownies.

Dean
: Deal.

Melissa
: Sucker.

I smiled at her last text as another one followed with her address.

Pumped up, I headed for the living room to ask if I could borrow the Honda. Gramps was there as usual in his favorite chair, watching TV.

When I asked, he said, “Of course. Where are you going?”

“Remember that girl I pointed out to you at the game the other day?”

“Isn’t that who Jack is out with tonight?” His eyes narrowed as he peered at me over his glasses.

“Not the blonde, the other one. They’re roommates,” I explained.

He scratched his chin before nodding. “Okay.”

“We have a class together, and we’re going to study.”

“Study, huh? Is that what they’re calling it now?” He huffed out a laugh.

“Seriously. We’re just studying.”

Gramps gave me a small frown and turned back to the TV. “Sounds boring. Be safe.”

“Thanks, Gramps. I will.”

“Don’t be late, Dean,” Gran called out from the kitchen.

“I’ll be home before Jack,” I yelled back.

That was most likely the truth. The only way I’d be home after Jack was if he did something stupid and pissed Cassie off. For some reason, she didn’t seem to have a high tolerance level for his shit.

• • •

With a giant cherry Slurpee in one hand and my notebook in the other, I kicked on Melissa’s apartment door and waited for her to answer.

She threw it open and squealed when she saw me. Before I could get too excited at her enthusiastic welcome, she snatched the drink from my hand and began sucking it down like it was her savior.

Not me; the damn drink.

Her face scrunched up almost immediately and she stomped on the floor. “Brain freeze, brain freeze, brain freeze!”

I laughed, but when the smell of fresh-baked brownies assaulted my senses, I sympathized with her sudden craving.

“That freaking hurt!” she said, clearly recovered. “Come in.”

I stepped through the door and leaned down to wrap her in a hug. She gripped my back tightly, her fingertips digging into my muscles, and I wished I had the balls to try to kiss her. It would have been out of nowhere, but being this close to Melissa made me want to do all sorts of things to her.

Our eyes met for a second before she looked away, releasing me from her embrace and breaking our connection completely.

“The brownies smell incredible,” I said, practically drooling.

“Still have twenty more minutes to go, but they do smell good, huh? Thank you for my Slurpee.”

“You’re welcome. How was Jack when he got here?” I cut straight to the chase, wondering if my brother seemed nervous to her or not.

“Ha!” She laughed. “Good. Cocky as ever.”

“Was Cassie excited?”

“I’m not sure that’s the right word,” Melissa said as she walked into her kitchen. “Can I grab you something to drink? I have water or soda.”

“I’ll take a soda. Do you think they’ll be okay?”

She tossed me the unopened can, and I knocked on the top of it with my knuckle before opening it.

“I don’t know, he’s your stupid brother. Do you think he can act like a normal human being for one night?”

“Probably not,” I said with a chuckle.

“Didn’t think so. Here, sit.”

She waved at the kitchen table, covered with a mess of papers and textbooks, and I added my notebook to the pile before I sat down. Other than the table, the apartment appeared spotless, which was impressive.

I couldn’t even keep my room clean, let alone multiple rooms. Gran was always yelling at me and Jack to pick up our stuff, to wash our dishes and put them away. I wanted to be neater; I just didn’t see the mess. When Gran looked around the kitchen, she saw every single glass and utensil out of place. Me? I only saw food. The other stuff never concerned me, but I promised Gran I’d try to do better, and had to repeat that promise every other week or so.

“How long have you and Cassie known each other?” I asked.

Aside from flirting with each other in class, I didn’t know much about Melissa. Not to mention the fact that we didn’t get much alone time, and the one time when we had been alone at the student union, it hadn’t lasted more than five minutes.

“We’ve been friends since high school.” She smiled. “I came here right after graduation, but Cass’s parents forced her to go to a junior college instead. She’s only been here since this year.”

“Why’d they make her do that?”

Melissa looked me square in the eye. “Money.”

I nodded slightly in complete understanding. “But your parents let you come right away?”

“Yeah. They don’t have money issues,” she said with a shrug.

“Are your parents still married?”

“They are. Are yours?”

The question rattled me. The fact that our parents had abandoned Jack and me wasn’t something I told most people. And my sharing that with Melissa would mean she not only knew something extremely personal and private about me, but about Jack as well. So I thought better of it.

“No, they’re not.”

“I’m sorry. That sucks. But I guess it’s rarer to have parents still be married than anything else, these days,” she said, and I nodded.

“Do you get along with them?” I wondered what it was like for her, to have rich parents who were still together.

“Oh my gosh, yes. They’re the greatest. We have the best relationship, honestly. My mom owns a PR firm in Hollywood, and I work for her every summer.”

“Is that what you want to do? Work for her once you graduate?”

She nodded. “Yes and no. I want in the family business, for sure. But I want to start my own firm in a different location. I think it would be cool to expand, but I think it makes my mom nervous. It’s okay, though.” She waved her hand. “I still have time to convince her.”

I loved seeing this side of Melissa, and hearing about her determination and ambition. It made her even more attractive in my eyes. Plus, I had to admit that the whole idea of Jack and me dating best friends was appealing. We used to joke when we were kids about how cool it would be if we ended up dating girls who were sisters. I think it was more me suggesting it than Jack, but he agreed that it would be fun. Two girls who were best friends seemed like the next best thing.

“What about you? I know you’re only a freshman, but any idea what you want to do?” She cocked her head to the side.

“No. I wish I did, but I just don’t know yet,” I admitted, hating how indecisive I sounded.

“That’s okay. I don’t think most people know what they want to be when they’re eighteen. Those of us who do probably aren’t normal.” She laughed.

“You’re definitely not normal,” I teased, and she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Ha-ha. You’re hilarious.”

I swallowed, thinking about her and Cassie again. “I bet it’s cool to have your best friend with you at college.”

“You would know.” Her cheeks pulled in dramatically as she sucked on her Slurpee. “I mean, I just assumed that you and Jack were that close.”

“We are.”

Jack had always been my best friend, and while we both had other acquaintances or teammates, it wasn’t the same as having a brother who shared your family history. We were bonded by blood, but stayed close friends by choice.

“But we still live at home, so it’s not like we’re out living on our own like you girls are.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome to be living together, to be honest.”

I leaned my elbows on the table. “So, I have a question for you.”

“Another one?” She quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah. How did I get lucky enough to have you in a freshman class with me?”

“Oh.” She laughed. “I still had one general ed course to take, and so I picked that one.”

“Lucky me.” I was trying to be charming, which was really my best Jack impression.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m damn well trying. I don’t know if I’m very good at it, to be honest. I have a horrible teacher,” I said, referring to Jack.

“The worst.” She agreed quickly, but her cheeks turned pink. “But I like it,” she said. “The flirting, I mean. Not your brother.”

The buzzer went off in the kitchen, and I silently cursed it as Melissa hopped out of her chair and ran in the kitchen. I couldn’t figure this girl out, and I was too nervous to come out and ask.

“The brownies are done. Yeah!”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re crazy?” I called out from the dining room as she buzzed around in the kitchen, moving from one side to the other like someone with wings.

“No.” She stopped flying. “Why, did you hear something?” Then she doubled over, laughing at her own joke before she pulled the brownies from the oven and set them on top.

I waited patiently for her to come back to the table, but when I glanced back at the kitchen area, she was nowhere to be seen.

“Melissa?” I shouted.

“I’m in the bathroom. I’ll be right out,” she called out, her muffled voice coming from somewhere else in the apartment.

At the sight of the pan of brownies on top of the oven, I seriously contemplated cutting myself a large piece, but thought better of it when I imagined how pissed off she’d be. Melissa was cute, but feisty, and I imagined that she probably had the temper of Tinker Bell. Everyone always loved that fairy, but I seemed to be the only one who remembered that she was mean.

Why the hell am I thinking about a cartoon fairy right now? And why the hell do I know so much about Tinker Bell?

I smacked the side of my head as Melissa reappeared, bearing gifts.

“Beating yourself up while I’ve been gone? It can’t be that bad.”

“Ha-ha.”

She placed a small plate in front of me with three perfectly cut brownie squares on top. “Be careful, they’re still hot.”