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As soon as I got on campus and many miles safely away from the prying ears of my parents, I called Artie.
“Hey, I'm guessing you got good news today?” I could practically hear him smile. I didn't want to kill his mood but I simply had to know.
“Artie... is this what he wanted or did you force him to because you knew why I needed the money...” I tried to keep my voice composed the entire time as I headed towards my class.
He answered quickly without hesitation. “No way! Trust me. Josef always chooses for himself. He wouldn't waste his time taking you on if he truly didn't want to. Actually...he fought with Jacob to get you in the group.”
“What?” I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I couldn't stop smiling either. But wait, who the hell was Jacob? “Wait, who is Jacob?”
“He was the other guy in the room. He's Josef's main wing man you can say.” He snorted on the other end. “He likes to be involved in the process because he wants to make sure he likes the girls as well. Unfortunately, Josef tends to allow him to poison his head. But this time he didn't.”
“Oh, wow. Well... I mean, Jacob sounds like he sucks... but that was really nice of Josef.” I found my seat in the classroom and practically melted into it.
Artie cleared his throat. “Mr. Constane.”
“Oh, yeah sorry.”
“Quinn?”
“Yes?”
His voice was full of concern at this point. “Don't look into this too far. He doesn't see girls in his club like that.”
I felt my cheeks go full-on warm. “Like what?”
“He doesn't see them romantically.” He sighed again and began to whisper. “Don't end up fancying him, okay? It won't be reciprocated and you'll get hurt. And then I'll blame myself.”
“Okay number one: don't say 'fancying'. This isn't England. Two: I don't see him that way and I won't. I just thought it was nice of him to fight Jacob over me. That's all. Geez.” If Artie knew how I really felt about his friend, he would lose it. Best to keep it entirely to myself. Though I enjoyed talking about guys to Artie. He was always cool like that and I always went to him for advice. He's like the best gay friend who wasn't gay at all. Not even a little bit gay.
“Okay, good... And I thought you liked everything about England? You once told me that you always wished to live in a Richard Curtis film.”
“I do. I was just teasing you. Get with the program, Artie.”
He laughed before saying bye and wishing me luck later tonight.
Tonight. I was going to see him again. I don't know why but I couldn't stop smiling all day on campus.
CHAPTER four
The cab drive to Josef's and Artie's was an