Page 131 of The Stud

Having my parents on the assist does feel pretty fucking good.

Gotta give them glory for that.

“Those balloons look hideous,” chirps the pucking nightmare while strutting through the area currently being set up.

And having her on the opposing bench feels like a migraine that can only be healed by a skate executed lobotomy.

“Ohmygod,these signs?!” Her hands are thrown up in exasperation. “They look like they were made by kids.”

“That’s because theywere,” hisses Marigold Blanc, Coach’s wife.

“Oh.” Audrey does her best to save the situation. “Then they look great!” Her forced smile hurts my face as much as it hurts hers. “Where is LMC setting up?”

“That’s a question for Hoss,” she gestures. “She’s in charge.”

Groans of irritation precede her pouting at me. “But whyyyyyy…”

“Could be because I’m in charge of getting and posting this footage or it could be because it was my idea to have LMC come in to begin with or it could just be that Joey, the team’s very pregnant, very close to popping HSIN, cannot handle stressing over another thing.” Sassily smirking happens once more. “Pick one.”

A deeper glare is the most she can conjure up.

“I know this is just a photo op for you, so until that moment arrives could you please park your Sherrif of Rottingham ass on the nearest bench, so that the ice girls can finish putting up decorations.”

Giggles from the dancers along with some of the other Slayers sparks a second round of stomping along with fresh squeals to escape during her disappearance.

“She sounds like a squeak toy,” Khurana teases from over my shoulder, pulling my attention to him. “And you smell like a bakery.” He makes an innocent point to my forehead. “Is that flour?”

Most likely.

Baking cookies from scratch is a bitch.

Next time?

I’m going Tollhouse.

“Probably just dog treat dust or whatever,” I casually lie and adjust my bag.

“Burt, right?”

“Bear.”

He slightly cringes prior to apologizing, “Sorry.” I prepare to walk away to find Tanner’s table to slide my bag under when he gently grabs my arm. “Hey, would you or you andBearbe interested in grabbing a drink tonight? Technically, the Slayers will be posting family skate footage, so we’re off the hook early.”

Add that to the list of things I hate about being asecretgirlfriend.

Having to get creative in order to stick around all the fucking time.

“Right…butI’mnot.”

His eyebrow lifts in confusion.

“I gotta capture some raw footage for his docu thing.”

Khurana nods his understanding yet doesn’t hide his irritation. “Can’t wait for you to be done with that. Done with having to be aroundhimall the fucking time. Done with Boss rearrangingourschedule together for you to be withhim.”

“Sameskies,” flees my lips in a mumble before I find an excuse to dart away after an ice girl, “Hey, Hu, can you actually move Peck’s table to be beside Frosky’s and then Cap’s table to be on the end so Joey can pee whenever?”

Saydee Hu adjusts the collection of name banners she’s holding and happily nods. “Yeah. Easy fix, Hoss!”

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