Tomboys Don't Wear Pink: How To Date A Tomboy by Benjamin Christina

Author:Benjamin, Christina
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crown Atlantic Publishing
Published: 2020-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lucas

“Stop staring at your phone,” Grant ordered. “You’ve texted Casey like twenty times already.”

“Only six,” I replied defensively.

Why wouldn’t she text me back? I thought last night had been the start of something beautiful. But then I saw the Tattler post this morning and worried it might have spooked Casey. It certainly gave me pause.

Whoever snapped that photo of us had made our very PG date look NC-17.

If my parents saw it, it would be the last date I went on. Which of course made me worry what would happen if Coach Beeler saw it. I was hoping to talk to Casey. I wanted reassurance that she wasn’t letting the Tattler scare her away, as well as get a heads-up if her dad was going to try to kill me at practice today.

I glanced at my phone again and refreshed the screen anxiously.

It also didn’t help that I had Archer Montgomery in my head again. When I’d heard him say Casey’s name during morning announcements I’d choked on my water bottle.

Casey had assured me that there was nothing going on between them, but it definitely deflated my ego a bit to know the girl I liked was hanging out with the most popular guy in school. I wasn’t opposed to a little competition for her affection, but Archer-freaking-Montgomery? Come on! That would be like me going up against a Major Leaguer.

It didn’t paint a pretty picture and it definitely was an added pressure I didn’t need at the moment.

“You’re making that face again,” Grant said.

“What face?”

“The one where you look like you’ve only got an hour to solve world peace.”

I rubbed my temples. “It sorta feels that way.”

“Dear Lord! Was I this much of a mess when I started dating Alex?”

I glared at him. “Worse.”

He huffed a laugh. “Whatever. You’ll see Casey at lunch. Stop stressing.”

“That’s not all I’m stressed about.”

Grant gave me an unconvinced stare.

Sighing, I pulled up the email I’d been hiding for weeks and slid my phone onto Grant’s desk. His eyebrows jumped as he quickly scanned the words. When he looked at me his eyes were wide. “Is this for real?”

I nodded.

“Luc! Why didn’t you say anything? This is incredible! You’re gonna play ball for Columbia!”

“Because I’m not.”

“Why the heck not?”

“Because it’s not Harvard and anything less won’t be good enough for my parents.”

“Uh, last time I checked, Columbia’s an incredible school and their baseball team is legit! Why didn’t you tell me they were looking at you?”

“Because they weren’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“I sorta pursued them.”

“I don’t understand. If Harvard’s your only choice why’d you go after Columbia?”

“Because it’s only two hours away.”

Grant leaned back in his desk and crossed his arms, a smug smile playing on his face. “You mean two hours away from Casey?”

I felt my cheeks flame but nodded anyway. Grant had always been a human lie detector. It wasn’t worth trying to keep the truth from him. Besides, with the cutoff date approaching, I needed to talk to someone about this.

“So, let me get this straight,” Grant drawled.

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