Page 11 of Love on the Waiver Wire

Briar lets out a relieved sigh. “Yeah, of course. Mom and Dad are going to be back home and Erick?—”

“Erick is going to be off doing who the fuck knows what, right?” I roll my eyes. Her ex-husband is one of my least favorite people on this floating rock.

She doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the nod from here.

“Anyways, that’s sorted. I was going to ask you, does the phrase 1, 2, 3, let’s go b mean anything to you?” If I’m remembering right, the b is for bitch, but that’s all the team name has written.

Briar lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah, why? It’s what people were yelling at the Taylor Swift concert.”

Oh Leo, you dumb motherfucker.

6

ISLA

There are only a couple of things I have to do to really make this apartment feel like home, and one of them is hang curtains.

It’s one of the only things I don’t like about fancy apartments like this. They lack the charm and character that so many other places have.

That being said, my brother bought this place with me in mind, knowing that I was struggling as an artist. As annoying as he can be, the fact that he wants me to do what I’m passionate about so badly that he’s done this for me warms my heart.

“I think you’ve got it,” Mila tells me as we attempt to drill the screws through the curtain rod holders. We’ve had to readjust it about five times now, and it’s getting too frustrating. “Yeah, just hold it right the?—”

My front door slams open, and I lose my balance on my ladder, falling to the plush rug beneath me. I keep my arms in, making sure I land on my back.

But still, it hurts like a bitch.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Leo’s voice thunders through the room.

Rubbing my back, I sit up, turning toward him and narrowing my eyes. “What are you talking about? And I thought you said you’d stop doing this.”

“Doing what?” he asks.

“Barging into my place.”

“I don’t think I ever said that.”

Sure.

I climb to my feet, plucking a small feather from one of my pillows off my black hoodie. “What do you want?”

“Your team name?”

“What about it?”

“Do you think a dude would choose that name?”

Mila climbs down from her ladder. “What’s your team name?”

“Cover one, two, three, let’s go bitch. But without the itch. The app wasn’t a fan of that one.”

“I mean, how many guys are going to know that’s a Taylor Swift thing?” Mila asks, placing her hand on her hip.

Leo slaps his hand on his forehead. “It’s aTaylor Swift thing?”

I reel back, throwing my hands in the air. “Who the hell cares, Leo? No one is going to know. It’s a team name. It’s cute. I like it. Lighten up a little.”

“You’re supposed to be a dude, Isla.”

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