Jack had one blissful week of texting Eric in peace before his teammates caught on.
“ZIMMBONI,” Tater shouted across the dressing room at the end of practice that day. “Who you texting that make you smile so big?”
In a scary sort of tandem, Ransom and Holster whipped around to look at him.
“Yeah, Zimmboni,” Holster parroted. “Who ya texting?”
what i do is not up to you 