Page 30 of Flipping the Script

“Why?”

Wes and I met when we were eight, after I moved to town with my dad and Adam. We’d been best friends, and when Ez and his parents moved here when we were fifteen, the three of us became inseparable. Wes and Ez started dating a year later and had been going strong ever since.

We’d stayed best friends over the years, and a few months ago they’d announced that they were now part of a throuple with Jett.

I liked Jett, and he was perfect for them, but it was still a bit strange to see them be so open and affectionate with someone else after all the years they’d been together.

“No one knows,” Wes said to Jett, ignoring the glare I shot him. “But they’ve been like oil and water since third grade.”

“More like oil and a flame thrower,” Ez said. “At least that’s how they’ve been since high school.”

“He’s annoying.” Even I could hear how petulant I sounded.

“Annoying doesn’t warrant a seventeen-year feud,” Wes pointed out.

“It does when he does it on purpose.”

Jett snickered and sipped his beer.

“What?” I shot him a look.

“Nothing.”

I flicked my gaze to Ez. “Your boy is being sassy.”

Ez glanced at his men, his smile way too intimate, considering I’d only had a few gulps of beer.

I really should have thought to catch a ride with them so I didn’t have to worry about driving. Then again, it was probably best that I didn’t get drunk. Not when I was in this headspace.

“Gross,” I complained, but there was no bite to my words.

“What?” all three men asked innocently.

“Could you save the eye fucking for when I’ve had more of this?” I raised my bottle. “I love you guys, but the sexual tension between you is reminding me how long it’s been since I had sex.”

“Sorry.” Wes’s smirk said he wasn’t sorry at all.

“Our bad.” Jett snuggled closer to Wes.

“Brats.” I couldn’t help chuckling at their impish grins. “Control your boys,” I said to Ez, a teasing lilt creeping into my voice.

This was what I needed. To hang out with my friends in a no-stress, familiar situation.

“I plan to.” Ez shot both his men a promising look that was steeped in lust and desire. “When we get home.”

A burst of laughter from the crowd around Sebastian had the same effect as a pin popping a balloon, and my good mood evaporated in a flash of irritation.

Instinctively, I swung my gaze to the crowd.

Sebastian was still front and center, only now he had one arm looped over Allyson’s shoulder as she stared adoringly up at him.

My stomach clenched with something hot and angry.

Allyson was one of the girls Sebastian had dated in high school, and by the way she was looking at him, she was more than willing to rekindle things for the night.

Whatever. Why did I care? They were free to do whatever they wanted.

Tearing my eyes from Ally, I glanced at Sebastian,

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