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“So, Naomi,” Ju says. “How’s it going with Brandon?”

“Please. I don’t need a guy who can’t even handle a game of beer pong.”

“Right?” Ju high-fives her. “We totally destroyed them!”

Naomi laughs. “Oh, yeah. He was so pissed. Can’t wait for my five-star meal.”

I nod, my eyes tracking Sebastian’s every move on the field. The way his body twists and turns, the power in his throws… it’s mesmerizing.

Ju elbows me. “Earth to Lil! Did you hear what I said?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was telling you about how Naomi and I kicked Connor and Brandon’s asses at beer pong the other night.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s great.” My attention drifts back to Sebastian.

“Someone’s got it bad,” Naomi says.

“It’s not like that.” I bite my lip.

“Sure, it’s not. Just like you didn’t spend the last five minutes eye-fucking Bash,” Ju says.

“I was not!” They exchange a knowing look, and I sigh. “Fine. How do I make it stop?”

Ju snorts. “You don’t. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

I bury my face in my hands. “I’m pathetic.”

Naomi pats my back. “No, you’re not. You’re just interested.”

“Interested in what? A guy who probably doesn’t even remember my name?”

The words taste bitter on my tongue, but I can’t deny the truth in them. Sebastian is so far out of my league.

“I could call him over for you. I bet he’d like a cupcake, too.” Ju waves.

“Please don’t.” I grab her hand, pulling it down. “I think I’ll stick to admiring from afar.”

A girl flops down beside Naomi, her perfume wafting over. “Hey, girls.”

“Hey, B,” Naomi says.

“Blake, hey,” Ju says.

“Hey.” I look over, and my fingers tighten their hold on the box of cupcakes. It’s the girl with the red hair who was making out with Mike.

She adjusts the sunglasses on her nose. “So, who are we admiring, ladies?”

“Sebastian,” Naomi says.

“That asshole? You wouldn’t believe what he did the other night,” Blake says.

“Spill,” Ju says.

“Well, I was there for our regular hookup, right? And he just kicked me out. Like, what the fuck? Apparently, I wasn’t good enough for his highness.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t—” Naomi says.

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