The girls point at one guy, then another, yet they don’t look like my brand of madness.
Pull yourself together. This is about moving on from Blake and not trying to find similarities.
“What about that one? He looks cute,” Abigail says.
“I was never into cute guys.” Apparently, I have only one type––him. I fear no one can take his place.
“I think you need someone nice and not involved in our life. He could help you take your mind off stuff,” Celine says.
“True,” Bailey says. “He’s all right. No shady web searches. Looks at porn, but nothing too heavy.”
There’s a brief silence before all three of us whip our heads in Bailey’s direction.
“What?” she asks, finally pulling her head out of her phone. She notices our expression and rolls her eyes. “We want her to be safe. And he’s a twenty-year-old guy—of course, he watches porn.”
The guys appear behind her, and my brother speaks up, towering over her. “I don’t. I like making it,” he says with a smirk.
“Someone bleach my ears. Ick, Hunter,” I groan, shuddering at the thought.
“Sky, what are you doing?” Kaden asks Celine.
“Finding a suitor,” she says with a straight face.
He leans into her, and the heat between them is scorching hot.
“For Mia,” she adds quickly.
I look at Dane, who’s grinning from ear to ear.
“You have no problem with this?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Abigail scrunched up her nose the entire time she watched a guy, measuring him up to me. No one can.” He is so cocky.
“Exactly, baby.”
These four will make me fall into depression with their love. Am I happy for my friends? Absolutely. Am I miserable because I will never experience something similar? Also fact.
“Hate to be the voice of reason, but I don’t think Blake will like that,” Dane says.
“He can go fuck himself,” Hunter says.
“And how will you stop him?” Bailey asks, huffing.
“Guys, stop it. Now, can we find someone for me?” I ask.
“I am out,” Hunter says.
“I don’t want to get on his bad side,” Dane says.
“We have enough problems without unbalancing Blake even more,” Kaden says.
“Chickens,” I say to their backs.
Celine sighs. “I look at those three, and every time I see them together, I imagine Blake is with them.”
“I’m so mad at him, I want to shake some sense into him. But I’m more mad at myself. I never wanted to hurt him like that,” Abi sighs.
“We were all going through a rough period. No one is at fault,” Bailey says.