The encounter with Ellie has left me in a good enough mood that it doesn’t bother me that he has half my cupboard spread out on the coffee table and his big ass perched on my preferred side of the sofa. I give him the business anyway. “Matty, don’t you have a home?” I kick the door shut and throw the books on the table. “Yeah, but you have better snacks up here.” He reaches for the bag and rifles through the contents. “No comics? Your taste in books is questionable. Please tell me this book is for class.” “I did have a book that had guns, machines, and sex in it, but I saw Ellie Campbell in the bookstore and had to give it to her or else.” I grab the half-empty Doritos bag and shove a handful of the fake cheese wonders into my mouth. I pull my phone out from my pocket and pull up Ellie's entry. I wonder how long it will take her to read the book. “Are there rules for when you should text a girl?”
