My poker face?
Oh please. I was about to roast him alive when Ian's phone started ringing.
"Yo, Casper, what's up?" he answered the call, putting it on speaker.
Casper's voice came through the speaker. "Bro, where tf are you? We said noon. It's literally one. Don't make me pull up on you."
Ian scratched his neck. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Just… cleaning my room, you know. In case…"
He cut himself off.
In case what? My eyebrow went straight up.
I could see his reaction from the bathroom glass door.
Casper didn't even let him slide. "In case what? Oh, wait. Don't tell me… oh my God."
He started laughing. "You're such a player. Hot chicks are coming. I even invited those hot cheerleaders. Bet you've already picked which one you're shooting your shot at. That's why you're cleaning."
Ian grinned, not even denying it. "Man, you already know."
I gagged.. obviously he didn't hear me.
