“That’s a good look.”
“Tell me about it.”
Nick laughs and looks around to find a napkin. Grabbing a pen from the countertop, he jots his number down while mumbling, “Please, don’t tell anyone I did this.”
As my fingertips touch the napkin, a voice speaks up, “Do my eyes deceive me, or is that the Nick Mathews giving out his number to a girl on a napkin?”
Nick hangs his head before the guy tosses his arm playfully around my new friend, who introduces us, “Peyton, meet my best friend, Dubs.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I extend my hand for him to shake, when he raves, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Peyton. It is my honor, in fact. After all, I can say that not only have I never seen Nick give a girl his number but on a napkin, wow! You must be some girl.”
“Thanks,” I fold the napkin in my hands. “I like to think so.”
Dubs is about the same height as Nick, but his features are much lighter. His blonde hair is hidden behind a backward, white baseball cap, his overworked-looking muscles protrude out of a white tank top similar to Nick’s, though his has a small design logo on it, and his skin has a natural tan that doesn’t appear that he works too hard on. His head has more of an oval shape, his features more boyish and playful than his best friend’s, his smile full of perfectly straight and white teeth.
“He’s the one from the stories I was telling you about. We’ve been friends since grade school,” Nick explains. He tosses a glance at Dubs, “Where did you come from anyway?”
“I was upstairs in your room. Took a nap. Drank way too much, had a hookup—”
“In my room?”
“Guest room,” Dubs corrects him.
“Who was it?”
“Cheerleader from West Bridge,” he shrugs, “can’t quite remember her name.”
“That’s classy,” I fold my arms across my chest.
“That’s Dubs,” Nick shrugs.
“Hey,” Dubs sticks up for himself, “when I get to drinking, it makes it hard to remember things.”
“Peyton, are you coming—” Belle’s voice cuts short as she rounds the corner, seeing Dubs, which causes her jaw to drop.
“Yeah I’ll ...” my sentence stops short as my attention oscillates between Dubs and Belle, who seemed to be starstruck by one another.
“Who’s this?” Dub’s voice lowers as he pulls on his shorts and approaches Belle.
“I’m Belle,” she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and leans against the wall innocently. I can understand her attraction since he does look like an upgraded version of Peter, a version I could probably more than tolerate. But, I’m surprised she’s acting so flirty knowing her actual boyfriend is outside waiting.
“Now that’s a name I won’t forget,” the words roll off of his tongue as Nick shakes his head.
“Belle brought Peyton to the party. I think it’s safe to say that Belle is Peyton’s best friend,” Nick explains and looks at me.
“We grew up together,” I respond and shoot her a look to play along.
Belle tries to catch her breath and manages to say, “We ... um ... need to get going.”
Dubs plants both his hands on the wall, enclosing Belle in his arms, “Not without you taking my number first.”
Nick leans over and whispers, “I think Dubs is in
“Tell me about it.”
Nick laughs and looks around to find a napkin. Grabbing a pen from the countertop, he jots his number down while mumbling, “Please, don’t tell anyone I did this.”
As my fingertips touch the napkin, a voice speaks up, “Do my eyes deceive me, or is that the Nick Mathews giving out his number to a girl on a napkin?”
Nick hangs his head before the guy tosses his arm playfully around my new friend, who introduces us, “Peyton, meet my best friend, Dubs.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I extend my hand for him to shake, when he raves, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Peyton. It is my honor, in fact. After all, I can say that not only have I never seen Nick give a girl his number but on a napkin, wow! You must be some girl.”
“Thanks,” I fold the napkin in my hands. “I like to think so.”
Dubs is about the same height as Nick, but his features are much lighter. His blonde hair is hidden behind a backward, white baseball cap, his overworked-looking muscles protrude out of a white tank top similar to Nick’s, though his has a small design logo on it, and his skin has a natural tan that doesn’t appear that he works too hard on. His head has more of an oval shape, his features more boyish and playful than his best friend’s, his smile full of perfectly straight and white teeth.
“He’s the one from the stories I was telling you about. We’ve been friends since grade school,” Nick explains. He tosses a glance at Dubs, “Where did you come from anyway?”
“I was upstairs in your room. Took a nap. Drank way too much, had a hookup—”
“In my room?”
“Guest room,” Dubs corrects him.
“Who was it?”
“Cheerleader from West Bridge,” he shrugs, “can’t quite remember her name.”
“That’s classy,” I fold my arms across my chest.
“That’s Dubs,” Nick shrugs.
“Hey,” Dubs sticks up for himself, “when I get to drinking, it makes it hard to remember things.”
“Peyton, are you coming—” Belle’s voice cuts short as she rounds the corner, seeing Dubs, which causes her jaw to drop.
“Yeah I’ll ...” my sentence stops short as my attention oscillates between Dubs and Belle, who seemed to be starstruck by one another.
“Who’s this?” Dub’s voice lowers as he pulls on his shorts and approaches Belle.
“I’m Belle,” she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and leans against the wall innocently. I can understand her attraction since he does look like an upgraded version of Peter, a version I could probably more than tolerate. But, I’m surprised she’s acting so flirty knowing her actual boyfriend is outside waiting.
“Now that’s a name I won’t forget,” the words roll off of his tongue as Nick shakes his head.
“Belle brought Peyton to the party. I think it’s safe to say that Belle is Peyton’s best friend,” Nick explains and looks at me.
“We grew up together,” I respond and shoot her a look to play along.
Belle tries to catch her breath and manages to say, “We ... um ... need to get going.”
Dubs plants both his hands on the wall, enclosing Belle in his arms, “Not without you taking my number first.”
Nick leans over and whispers, “I think Dubs is in
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