Why?!
Me
Everett’s at the wedding, so…
Finley
So? You’ll be with us. He’ll be fine.
Dylan
I think you’re severely underestimating your brother.
Ophelia
I agree with Dylan. Maybe if Maverick comes?
Finley
No deal. Don’t get me wrong. I adore Maverick, but I also kind of want to stab anyone with a penis at the moment, so if you have any desire to bear children with the man, it’s probably a good idea for him to stay out of this one.
Despite not having a penis, I cross my legs and grimace because I really wouldn’t put it past Finley, especially if Drew has already fanned the flame of masculine hate. And honestly, it’s kind of sad. The image I have of Finley’s boyfriend despite never meeting him.
Me
What’d Drew do this time?
Ophelia
Ha! Raine’s only been around for a little while, and even SHE’s starting to see a pattern here. What does it say about Drew, Fin?
Finley
It says you guys are all buttheads.
Finley
PS- I changed my mind. I’m going to the source and am talking to my brother. Raine, be ready by 9 pm. I’ll come grab you.
My eyes pop as I read her message, and I sit up a little straighter, wiping the popcorn crumbs from my tank top.
Me
You don’t have to. It’s like an hour out of the way.
Finley
More time for me to plot my boyfriend’s death.
Ophelia
Okay, I gotta go. Jaxon’s gonna kill me if he sees me texting before the game. See you later!
Me
Who’s Jaxon?
Dylan