Phoebe's POV
I acted like I didn't catch all the looks and silent signals bouncing between the guys. Just sat there playing the good girl, putting on my best "sure, whatever you decide" face without throwing in my two cents.
Charlies's hand shot up like he was back in grade school. "Harold, Alan, let's not overthink this. Jeremy's just our campus doc, right? Why don't I handle approaching him?"
Harold's frown could've cut glass, and even Alan looked like Charlies had just suggested jumping off a cliff.
Alistair didn't bother hiding his disgust. Practically had "idiot" tattooed across his forehead. "You?"
Charlies nearly combusted on the spot. Shot to his feet like a rocket. "You're all looking at me through a damn peephole! I'm not that same loser who used to get dropped by random sucker punches!"
Alistair shifted lazily and crooked a finger at him. "Prove it then."
