Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

33 | Me

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Chapter 33: Me

*Millie's POV*

I don't know if heaven has waves or, like, an ocean. "Ocean Clouds" sounds like it could be a cool members club for the hip ghosts up there. 

And if you have some afterlife surfers with a sense of humor, maybe they'd like a papaya lime latte. Some papaya puree, a splash of lime juice, espresso and coconut milk? 

Sounds tropical and zesty.

I don't know though - the only real surfer I know is Austin and he loves mango. Maybe mango macadamia-

"God, this english test is hard," Jake sighed next to me, smacking his ball point pen on the table as he leaned back and stretched. 

I ignored the whiff of cologne I got by sitting so close to his stretch. 

"Hand in your papers everyone!" the teacher spoke loudly through the chatter.

The energy in the classroom picked up as everyone started to hand in their tests. A couple students were asked to come round and help collect all the papers. 

"The question that got me was that one around finding the iambic pentameter in the prologue of The Canterbury Tales," Jake muttered, running a hand through his hair as he reflected on his performance. 

I scratched my top lip. 

Not sure how I did on this one.

A girl came round to our table with a stack of papers in her hand, "Yeah, that was such a hard one Jake. I'm sure you did great though. Your comments in class are always so deep." 

"Thank you," he smiled, handing her his paper, and then extended his hand to take my paper for me, "Millie?"

I looked up at the nice girl waiting for me. I tried to hide my grimace as I passed my paper over to Jake to hand over to the girl.

I can't wait to graduate. 

His expression changed as the cartoon I drew of a papaya on my test caught his attention. He tilted his head and read something on my page, "2oz of..."  

"Papaya puree. Just some rough notes on the side of the page," I muttered, stuffing my pencil into my backpack.

"But it's medieval literature." 

"Aren't you hungry?" I changed subject, throwing my backpack on and adjusting the straps, "I'm starving."

Jake shrugged and walked out with me, holding the classroom door open for me to pass through before he did. 

He then said, "I know it's awkward that he's my half brother but I'm here if you want to talk about it."

"But the papaya puree has nothing to do with Luke."

Jake raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out how to respond, "I'm not talking about papayas Millie."

"Oh."

"I'm talking about your breakup."

"Right."

That minor detail.

"I know I'm not Cearra or one of your girl friends but I am a friend and I'm here if you want to talk about it," he said softly, trying to keep his voice down as we walked through the crowd heading towards the cafeteria, "When I moved here, I didn't know anyone and you were one of the first people to really reach out to me."