I turned up the volume on my music again, drowning out any other sounds and tapped my thumbs, typing out a message. “Take her home. She’ll drool all over your dumb haircut and extensive knowledge of micro-brews and penis jokes.” I mean, he was a jock. I felt him shake with a laugh next to me. He typed, letters flashing on his screen. “I take you home, or I take you in my lap right here. Decide.” I ground my teeth together. Everyone would see that. If my brother heard about it, I’d… Jesus.
