Page 24 of The Way We Score

Hendrix

You want the woman? You take the woman.

Logan

The Three Amigos!

Hendrix

And G says I’m the dork…

Zane

Did you forget how? Need me to draw you a diagram?

Yo, Z?(middle finger emoji)

Jack

What’s stopping you?

It’s not what she needs, and I’m not fucking this up again. I’ve changed.

The chat falls silent, and I continue upstairs to get ready for bed. Energy is in my veins, and I’m sure I won’t sleep. I only want to see her again. My arms ache to hold her, and I want to kiss her pain away, remind her how things used to be.

Truth be told, I want to do a little more than that. I want to see if we still have the chemistry we had so much of all those years ago. Back when we used to sayI love you.

My phone vibrates, and I look at the screen.

Jack

How can we help?

Just be cool. Are we taking Logan out tomorrow night? Getting him shitfaced before the wedding?

Zane

Yeah, the girls are having another girls’ night at the bar.

Hendrix

We might have to crash it.

Logan

Dylan will hate that.

Dylan will get over it.

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Liv

“Who needs more purple drink?” Allie dances between us carrying a gallon jug of what I’m pretty sure is grape Kool-Aid mixed with Everclear.

I took one sip, and I was scorched from my throat all the way to my stomach.

“Me!” Rachel holds up her hand.

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