Chapter 32: Your number - Monet

Campus is a lot more subdued Saturday morning because it's an away game, but Chrystal told me that people are going to bars and restaurants where there is a great vibe to watch the game.

I can't believe Amy went and got us plane tickets for next week. And a hotel room too.

I know she doesn't think of it like that, but now I owe her. Maybe I should get a job or something, being a student is expensive as hell if you take into account the damn outfits she makes me wear.

I'm picking up snacks for our sleepover, when there's a tap on my shoulder and I almost drop the sweets in my hands.

I spin around and come face to face with the guy from Thursday night. The baseball player.

He really is cute, his dimples in full display as he looks down at me.

"Monet, right?"

"Oh, yeah!" I feel my ears burning, and my hair is tied into a high ponytail, so he's probably seeing how red they are! "And you're Damon?"

His smile widens, making those dimples go impossibly deeper. He takes a step back and clutches his chest. "She remembers my name."

I can't help but laugh at the cuteness. I have to admit, he could definitely give Cole a run for his money.

"Where are you watching the game tonight?" He looks at the snacks in my hand. "A few of my teammates are coming over to my apartment if you and your friends would like to join us."

He's hitting on me. And he's really cute. And he's not on the football team!

"I already made plans, sorry." I know Amy would kick me in the ass if she found out I declined the invitation, but I'm not just gonna go over to someone's apartment that I don't know.

He looks slightly disappointed before he smiles again. "Next week?"

"I'm gonna have to take a raincheck." I scrunch up my nose. "I'm flying out to watch the game."

"Got it." His smile drops even more. "Cole is a great player, and the team is fire, I understand if you're going out to see him play."

"Yeah."

"Can I have your number at least?" He asks hopefully before he smirks confidently. "Maybe we can go out and grab a coffee sometime?"

The last time I grabbed coffee with a guy it didn't go so well, but this one is different. Him not being related to the football team is a huge plus, and I have to put myself out there.

Damon is the perfect guy to make me forget that I get wet for my own brother.

"Your phone?" I ask teasingly, and he quickly whips out his phone to punch in my number as I rattle it out. "You can just text me, or something."

I'm really bad at this. Maybe I should've practised a little more in high school with boys.

"See you around Monet." The dimples come out in full force again. "I texted you my number, let me know if you change your mind."

"Sure." I smile back, and watch as he walks out of the sweets aisle.

I noticed he doesn't have a trolley or anything in his hands like I do. Was it just a coincidence that we were in the same grocery store, especially since its off-campus?

He did mention he lives in an apartment. Maybe this is where he shops?

I pay for my stuff, and drive over to Amy's house who throws open the door for me like she's been waiting for a while.

"What took you so long?" She whines as she hugs me. "I've been bored out of my mind. I got us these cute red bikinis for a photo session!"

I groan, knowing I'm probably going to relent and pose for her.

"We have to feed the gram, girl." She pulls me up the stairs. "Do you even know how many DMs I'm getting for brand deals? Have you even checked your Instagram lately?"

I honestly haven't. But maybe I should since Damon asked me for his number. It's always good to check out someone's profile before you start talking. Just in case they have a girlfriend.

"I thought we weren't gonna do any of that shit." I toss my overnight bag at the foot of her bed.

"Girl, you know we could make money, right? Get free trips?" She widens her eyes at me. "I don't know about you, but I want to go skiing over winter break."

"I want to be taken seriously. What if we are looking for jobs one day, and everyone just looks at us like we're pretty faces who pose for money?"

"It's called modelling." Amy rolls her eyes. "Who doesn't want to get free stuff?"

It would be nice, though. Who knows, maybe next time I get to pay for her plane ticket.

I listen to her rambling while I take out my phone, noticing there is a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: This is my number. Damon.

The he sent a selfie of himself. He has a lopsided smirk in the picture, only activating one dimple.

Unknown: It's me, in case you forgot.

"What are you smiling at?" Amy grabs the phone from my hand before I could protest, then her eyes nearly bug out of her head. "You're texting Damon! When the hell did this happen!"

I grab the phone back from her. "What if I were sending nudes! I just gave him my number in the grocery store before I came over here."

She starts fanning her face. "He is beyond hot! Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got here! Oh my god! I knew he was flirting with you the other night ! Ask him if he has any cute friends!"

I laugh at her excitement, opting not to tell her he actually invited me and friends over, because I know we're going to go over there, and I feel like it's just too soon for that.

I let her excitement wash over me though, and I pose in her stupid red bikini, exposing way too much ass cheeks than I would like.

But Amy's right, we might as well monetize if we're going to be popular.

I send Cole my usual good luck text, and he replied with a heart, making me gulp.

He's never replies with a heart before.

There's something seriously wrong with me if I'm starting to be happy over a heart.

I should text Damon back, be the one to ask him out first.

Anything to make me forget about wanting Cole.