Cutter
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I grin seeing my mom’s smiling face.
L: Auburn fan huh?
C: Jesus. Christ. That quick?
L: Whitney already came into The Café. Stella told her about this girl with the Auburn shirt on. Whit said well at least we still got Ransom. You’ve been withdrawn as a member of the family.
C: That’s okay
L: Cutter, seriously?
C: This girl, Mom, I think she’s worth it.
L: I love you, Cutter. Be safe.
C: I will, love you too.
As soon as I’m done, my phone vibrates again.
R: Hope your ass knows I’m in the doghouse because of you. Rambo and I are sleeping on the fucking couch tonight.
C: Why?
R: Duh, does Little Ms. Auburn ring a bell.
C: Shut the fuck up.
R: You know my wife is serious about football.
C: Let me go cry you a river.
R: Dammit Cutter, I gotta go, but you’ll pay for this.
“Why are you so popular tonight?” Tucker looks over at me.
“Stella’s big mouth told everybody I’m dating an Auburn fan. It’s all-out war now.”