Semua Bab Boys of RDA: Bab 171 - Bab 180

He says "regular suite" like regular people will ever get to watch a game from one of them. I stalled for as long as possible, but we still made the game in time. Grant took a shower at my place even though I freaked out he wouldn't find it clean enough. His bathroom is spotless because someone cleans it for him every day. Drew and I argue over who has to wipe his spit off the mirror.While Grant showered, I hurried to try and sneak out before he finished. I was super close to making my escape, but Drew stopped me at the front door. I'm beginning to think he's on Grant's side in this whole debacle.He used a guilt trip of epic proportions, the size of which I haven't seen since he needed me as his wing man to help him score a date with Charlene Wilkinson back in twelfth grade. A few compliments on her new school wardrobe was all it took to get her to Mrs. Haverbush's house for an afternoon. But my work blew up on our faces when she realized we lived in a foster home. Drew couldn't

Even as a companion to Grant I'm not good enough for him."Ahh. It makes sense now, Grant." He claps him on the shoulder like they're best buddies. "How much has she squeezed you for in donations?" He laughs like it's the funniest joke anyone has ever heard.It stings. Obviously he thinks the only reason Grant would be seen with someone like me would be over work with the center. There's not a chance we'd be a couple or anything. It's like watching every single fear or insecurity I've had about Grant and me played out before my very eyes.Grant leans forward like he's about to stick up for me or do something worse like introduce me as his girlfriend. I'm not particularly fond of either option."Grant and his friends raised over one hundred thousand dollars for the center earlier this year. He's quite the philanthropist," I say patting him on the arm."That he is. I've never seen Grant make a bad investment."The deep mahogany covered walls move a few inches closer and the a

DREW: Pizza, beer, baseball game. No complaining.I laugh and type out a quick "fine" reply. With a finger jab to send I throw my phone back in my desk drawer. My best friend has been super nice since everything happened with Grant Saturday night.He made up a believable excuse for me when I missed girls' brunch. We spent the day in our pajamas watching baseball. He even let me eat both pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream in the freezer. Monday he cooked dinner, a family sized dish of Stouffer's macaroni and cheese. And now our Tuesday is apparently booked as well.It's not hard to see his plan to keep me as busy as possible so I won't think about Grant or the fact he hasn't called.Or stopped by.Or sent a text.Not that I expected him to. There's a reason I kept my history a secret, but a show of concern would be nice.Drew's idea is a good one, but it isn't working, not that I have any plans to tell Drew that. Like most men, he wants to fix the problem, but he can't fix t

"I'm not sure this is a good idea."The limo hits a bump and Grant's champagne swirls around his glass. "Of course it is. Now that you've decided we're dating you'll be seeing a lot of these people. It's good to get to know them."That's what I was afraid of.It's surreal. I'm riding in a limo drinking champagne on the way to a ten-thousand-dollar-per-plate dinner. Honestly the whole thing is a bit disgusting. At first I refused when Grant told me how much each plate cost, but he talked me into it by promising he'd already paid. Plus the money is going to charity. But it still feels wrong... like I don't belong here. I haven't run the math, but I could eat for years on what he spent on one plate, charity or not.There's also no guarantee I won't freak out in the middle of dinner and have a Britney Spears circa 2007 breakdown while calling out the rich people. I warned Grant of this possibility, but he said he'd take the risk."You should have let me buy you a new dress," Gran

I crumple up the foil wrapper and toss it in my office trashcan. "That really was the best sub I've ever had. Where did you find the place?"Drew smirks and rests one of his dirty work boots on top of my desk even when I scowl at him. "Your new boyfriend recommended them.""Of course he did." Grant loves to remind me I'm not the only one who's lived in the city a lifetime."The prices are good too." Drew rips off another bite of his sub, a drop of mayonnaise falling to his shirt. "Damn it."I laugh as he wipes it off, his fingers grinding the napkin and mayonnaise deeper into the fibers of his grey short sleeve t-shirt. "Just because the recommendation came from Grant doesn't mean it needs to be expensive."He stops making a bigger mess of his spill, his eyes rising to meet mine. "Is that so? Who's sticking up for the pretty boy now.""He's not a pretty boy," I say, even though Grant totally is.Drew tosses his mangled napkin in the trash, giving his sub a dirty look. "Ju