Mendez stormed into my room without knocking. He was furious. “What’s this I hear about your jock roommate taking my girl out on a date?”

“First I’ve heard of it, bro.” I said, a twinkle in my eyes.

“I thought you’d be pissed, your roommate stabbing us both in the back. Thought you had a real jones for her.”

“As much as I love talking to you, Mendez, would you kindly get the hell out of my room?”

“We have to spy on them,” he said, obsession dripping from his lips.

As much as I hated the idea of spending quality time with Mendez, the opportunity to watch him experience heartbreak first hand was just too great to pass up.

“Okay, Mendez. I know where he takes his dates. Would you be interested in a little road trip?”

“Okay, I’ll drive.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. I’ll drive. I know where we’re going.”

“No way in hell you’re driving.”

“You don’t even have a car.”

He wrestled me to the ground and wrenched the keys out of my hand. Damn it, looks like he’s driving.