Bo was lounging against my truck when I returned from Grace’s apartment. He was chatting up some blonde chick who looked like all the other girls he’d ever been with. They were interchangeable to me, and likely to Bo, too, since he called them all “babe.”
I figured I would know if he ever fell for a girl when he called her by her first name instead of some random endearment.
“That was a clusterfuck, eh?” he asked as I approached.
“Yup,” I climbed into my truck and threw my books into the back. I revved the engine a couple of times to signal that I wanted Bo to get in the damn truck. He could pick up chicks another time.
“At the risk of sounding like a girl, do you want to talk about it?” Bo asked when he finally got into the passenger seat. I threw the truck in reverse and peeled out of campus parking lot.
“No, Bo Peep, I don’t,” I bit out.
So much for being good at doing.
“What were you thinking?”
“What part of ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ did you not understand?”
“Are you giving up?”
“What?” I swung my head toward him. Bo threw up his hands. “No way.” I looked back at the road.
“Then let’s strategize.”
“I’ve already made every strategic mistake possible. I left too late last night to catch her. I surprised and maybe embarrassed her after class. If I see her at a party and spill beer all over her, my trifecta of stupidity would be complete.”
“So now what?”
“Now, it’s time to regroup.”
“You want to fight or drink tonight?”