Chapter 3

“Ah, right. Jesse.” Trey smiles back. Nothing is false about his smile, all dimples and straight, white teeth. “So, Jesse, what’re you doing still around this late? Aren’t you scheduled early tomorrow? Hey, you need a ride?”

Jesse’s heard stories about how friendly Trey is and how he keeps track of everyone’s birthday. Jesse’s not sure whether Trey knows about his birthday or not since Jesse only joined the team in July, months after his birthday. Though maybe Trey does and—

“You okay, buddy?”

Jesse blinks, his face heating up. Oh God, he has just totally zoned out there. He’s just like any other celebrity-struck fan, and he’s so not a fan. Hell, no.