Loving You

5

But respect her for it.

"Holy shit, dude," she says walking in front of me with a purpose. I furrow my eyebrows at her and fall into step with her.

"What's happening? Also did you forget your keycard again?"

Lacey turns around, "Yes and I will tell you as soon as we get up the stairs."

I raise my eyebrows at her but follow her up our stairs and towards my dorm room. We walk back into my dorm room and head into mine and Tori's side. I jump onto my bed while Lacey takes spot on the futon. Grey's Anatomy still plays on the tv lowly reminding me of the nap I am missing out on.

"Okay, so explain to me what's happening," I ask her kicking my shoes off. Lacey claps her hands excitedly. I hope up onto my bed.

"Remember Michael Burke and Braden Williams, well they were both texting me. And I think they are coming to baseball tonight," she says repeating the text she sent earlier. "But my problem is that I think Braden is bringing a girl so I'm bringing Michael."

"Wait. Wait. Do you think that's a good idea, Lace? Ya know with them being teammates," I explain to her. She frowns picking at a string hanging off of the futon.

"I mean yeah but Braden is talking to other girls," she defends herself. I nod my head in agreement with her.

"No yeah, I totally get you not wanting to be the only one loyal. So talk to other guys just maybe not the teammate," I reason with her. She nods her head thinking through the option I gave her. I am all for talking to as many guys as you want. Guys do it so why can't girls.

"Ugh Braden followed me on Instagram after we met in my Econ class and he DMed me for my snap, he was the one to reach out first. I have no idea how Michael Burke got my snap though. Probably from Braden right?" Lacey asks all in one breath. I laugh shaking my head at her and leaning my back against the wall.

"Slow down, Lacey. What's your logic here?" I ask her. My brain can't comprehend me talking to one guy let alone two. More power to her but I'm going to need a diagram of this so I don't fuck up the names

"Braden reached out first. So, I stick with Braden and I can still be friends with Michael." Lacey falls back against the futon. She looks up at me with her baby blue eyes, "Right?"

"Right. I think you should do what you think is best but at the same time sleeping with both of them does sound like a recipe for disaster," I offer up. Lacey glares at me grabbing of the pillows behind her. She launches it at me. The smack of the pillow against my face and the fuzz in my mouth makes me groan in annoyance.

"Whatever, it's not like they don't pass around girls like candy. What's her face is always oogling over the new one of the week," Lacey comments. I toss the pillow back at her. She places it back behind her head sighing. I pick the fuzz out of my mouth and sigh.

"Who?" I ask her confused.

"Kristen Davidson?" Lacey responds staring up at the ceiling. My eyes widen, this name again? So is she like a regular? Or just for Asher. I'm just all around confused.

"The girl with Asher?"

Lacey laughs looking over at me, "Oh she's not with Asher. According to the President of my sorority he's just using her for sex and she's also psycho from what I heard. Threatening people and shit."

"She sounds like a joy of a human being," I say picking away at my comforter. I don't like that notion about Asher Fletcher at all. Using her for sex? Really? What a dick. Even if she is supposedly psycho.

"Wait how do you know her?" Lacey asks me with furrowed eyebrows. I stare at her pursing my lips together.

Nice job, Carter.

"Um you know gossip travels," I say waving a hand in front of my face. Lacey sits up on the futon with a jaw dropped.

"Not about her it doesn't. Did you stalk Asher? This is amazing!" Lacey shrieks standing up on the couch. I hush her shaking my head furiously. What is with these people? First Q now Lacey. What is this dude like God? Everyone's acting like he's my fucking soulmate.

I've spoken maybe a total of ten words to him.

He is attractive and his tattoos are very hot and his fluffy hair and his muscles but no, I do not need Asher Fletcher and his whatever drama near me. People know me very well enough all thanks to Q's frat and a very large bottle of tequila. Paired with karaoke and me falling off of a stage and Barstool. Plus, the fact that everyone just seems to be in my business, I have enough to deal with. 

"You talked to him," Lacey says bringing me out of my thoughts. I raise my eyebrows at her. How did she know what happened at my COMM class? "In the dinning hall?"

Oh, right.

"Yeah, why?" I ask nonchalantly. I didn't tell anyone about the conversation because it was just that. A conversation in class. We will probably never speak to each other again so the fuck is the point?

"You seem confused," Lacey states.

"Aren't I always?" I question her. She rolls her eyes at me laying back down on her makeshift bed. I lay down on my own bed and face Derek and Meredith.

"Look, all I'm saying is it's not solid. So," Lacey's words trail off. I glare at her over the side of the bed but her eyes are closed. I sigh closing my own eyes.

"We talked."

"Who talked?"

"Me and Asher."

"Yeah I know in the-"

"No after that. In class," I confess rolling onto my back. A shriek from below me is heard and then a weight over my body. My eyes snap open and I wheeze.

"And said what!" Lacey shrieks again. I shove her off of me and she lays next to me eagerly awaiting. So, I tell her every not juicy detail about the encounter. Lacey is more excited than I am about the whole thing.

"It was literally nothing," I tell her rolling onto my side. "Now it's nap time."

Lacey sighs getting off of my bed again and going onto her own space. I let my eyes close again ready for the best nap of a lifetime.

"I'm just saying once again, Kristen Davidson and Asher Fletcher are not solid."

"Lacey!"

"Sorry. I'll shut up but just think about it," Lacey says. I close my eyes again and instead of thinking about what outfit I should wear tonight. I'm think about a basketball player.