Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(30)

Her brows go up. “How would I have?”

I open my hand. “Give me your phone.”

“What? No.”

Her friend laughs. “He wants your number, Sky.” She turns to me and smiles. “I think I know you. DJ, right? Wide receiver for the football team? You had the most 100+ yard games since you started playing for the Red Dragons.”

I give her one of my charming smiles, impressed she knows that. “Yep, that’s me.”

Sky looks at her friend. “Be careful with this one or he’ll think you’re flirting with him. He thinks every girl is a jersey chaser if you stare at him for more than two seconds.”

Her dry warning gets a laugh out of both me and her short-haired companion. I deserved that.

“He thinks you’re a jersey chaser? That’s hilarious. You know nothing about sports.”

Most of the women who chase after athletes know nothing about the game. They aren’t after our stats, they’re after our short-lived fame. All colleges have sports stars that are bigger than life, and with them the fanatics that think they can get a taste. Most of that ends once we get the diploma slapped in our palms. Then we’re nobody again, forgotten. I’m not sure how I feel about that—relieved or nervous.

“That’s not true,” Skylar argues, crossing her arms in defense. “I know Daniel Bridges Junior is a wide receiver who had the most 100+ yard games since he started playing for the Dragons. And I also know that Alex O’Conner is the left wing for the school’s hockey team and he’s probably going pro.”

She’s a hockey fan?

Her friend shoves her shoulder playfully. “You just repeated exactly what I said. And hands off my man, Allen. I called dibs on Alex.” She goes back up on her tiptoes and eyes the various people around us. When she comes up blank, she sighs and turns to me. “Sky hasn’t even been to any of the school’s sports games. Did you know that? When I asked what sports she’s watched before, she told me none.”

That gets my eyebrows rising at the cheeky girl standing in front of me. “You haven’t even seen a game on TV? Your parents never had the Super Bowl on or anything?”

She shakes her head, which explains the lost look she was giving me when I tried explaining what position I play for the team. “I don’t come from a sports family. None of them care about any of that. One of my sisters plays tennis, but it’s mostly because she thinks the clothes are cute. My dad plays golf sometimes with his business associates, but he’s not very good at it. Otherwise, we all think sports are kind of…” Her words fade before she lifts a shoulder, hesitant.

“Kind of what?” I press, holding back the smile tugging on my lips.

She sighs. “We all think they’re boring, okay? I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just people running after balls and pucks and stuff.”

Hand flying to my heart like she shot me, I squeeze my chest. “Wow. Them be fighting words, girl.”

All she does is roll her eyes.

Her friend laughs. “I feel like I’m missing something vital here. How do you two know each other?”

Skylar never mentioned me. Interesting. Not sure if I should be offended or what, but I don’t let it get to me. “We have class together and find ourselves bumping into one another around campus more and more these days. I’m trying to convince her to be my best friend, but she’s stubborn. I guess her hating the sport I play is probably a big factor since it can’t possibly be my charming personality and good looks that makes her hesitant.”

A groan comes from the girl I’m teasing while her friend grins while flicking an intrigued gaze between the two of us. “I never said I hated football,” Skylar points out. “I said sports seem boring to me. It’s nothing personal.”

Seems personal, but I let it drop. “Does that mean you’ll give me your number so you can tell me when you’re coming to these things? I can be your escort. Your wingman. Remember?”

“I practically had to drag her here after bribing her with caffeine.” Her friend sticks her hand out. “Give me your phone. Maybe you can get her out more often since none of us can.”

I let myself wonder who the ‘us’ is that her friend refers to, noticing the small wince coming from the girl in question over the statement. But when I accept it’s none of my business, I don’t think twice before depositing my beat-up phone with a small crack in the screen into her friend’s hand.

She types something in before passing it back. “There, now you have her number so you can let her be my wingman tonight. I need to meet Alex before somebody with bigger boobs steals him away.”

Snickering, I glance at the ballsy chick with her sights set on one man in particular. It’s hard not to glance at the things she’s hoping to reel him in with, but it’s not her I’m hoping to snag tonight, so I keep my attention strictly on her face. “You think Skylar is going to help you get introductions with O’Conner even though she doesn’t know him?”

They’re both quiet.

I slip my phone into my back pocket. “I’ll help you. I happen to know him and where he’s chilling. On one condition.”

They both stare at me.

My finger points at Skylar. “Blondie has to leave with me once I introduce you to your Knight in Shining Ice Skates.”