I smiled at his comment, but honestly, I’d seen Griffin strikeout enough for one lifetime. And I’d seen him hit a home run enough for one lifetime. Just thinking about it made a shudder go through me. It was kind of baffling that Griffin was still hitting on random girls when Anna, for some reason, was a guaranteed yes for him—and probably a thousand times hotter than any other girl he might otherwise have a chance with. But maybe Anna had been working, and he’d gotten impatient. Griffin wasn’t very good at waiting. For anything.

Griffin’s door opened and angry footsteps started thudding down the hall. Matt was already laughing. I sighed. Maybe he was right, maybe I should have just called.

“Fuck you, dude,” Griffin spouted at Matt. His hair was a disheveled mess from just waking up, his face was wrinkled from his pillow, and he was only wearing boxer-briefs. Sure, it was early, but it wasn’t that early.

Griffin’s pale, tired eyes acknowledged Evan, then shifted to me. “Hey, Kell. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out screwing Kiera somewhere. Isn’t that your thing now?”

My eyes widened at hearing him say that. Wow. Griffin was being pissy because I was missing rehearsals? He was the one always telling us that rehearsals were a waste of time. But then I saw Griffin glare at Matt, and I knew the truth. Matt was being pissy. And when Matt was being pissy, he usually took it out on Griffin. I was getting transferal pissiness.

Not wanting Matt to remember my many absences and start in on me, I told Griffin the good news. “Just planning a party at your house.”

His face instantly lit up. “Oh, yeah! When? Right now?” He looked around like he expected women to come out of the walls or something.

I shook my head. “No, for later. Matt will fill you in.”

Griffin rubbed his hands together. “Party at the Hancocks’! Ain’t no party like a Hancock party, ‘cause a Hancock party don’t stop…” He kept singing to himself as he gyrated to music only he could hear.

Grimacing, I looked over at Evan. “We should go.”

Evan had the exact same look on his face as he watched Griffin air-smacking an invisible girl’s ass. “Yeah…”

Matt shook his head. “Hold up, I want to show you something.”

Evan and I shared a look, then we both looked back at Griffin. He was still singing to himself…and dirty dancing by himself. Basically, entertaining himself while we looked on in a mixture of disgust and amusement. Typical Griffin.

“Yeah, sure…what?” I asked.

Matt nodded to his kitchen. “In here.” He glanced at Griffin, grimaced, then hurried away. We gratefully followed him as Griffin started humping the back of a chair. “God, he’s got issues,” Matt groaned when we were safely out of eyesight.