Page 93 of The Wrong Play

Parker: I didn’t know you had a date tonight?

Matty: Don’t act like an idiot, Davis. We both know that Jace Fucking Thatcher asked me for a favor and then left me for dead while he does who the hell knows what.

Matty: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m scared to move. This is how horror movies start. With her.

Parker: Who’s her? What’s going on?

Matty: She’s doing that thing.

Matty: Where you flip your eyelid inside out. She’s doing it. Fuck. She just picked up a knife.

Parker: Casey and I are coming.

Matty: NO. DON’T BRING CASEY! IT’S TOO DANGEROUS!

The texts ended there. Huh, I was just getting into it.

The weight room smelled like sweat and rubber, the clank of metal on metal filling the space as I glanced around for Parker and Matty.

Slackers. If you weren’t early, you were late. Or at least that’s what someone had said to me once. I’d definitely be late if it hadn’t been for Riley so lovingly waking me up this morning slamming her door as she left for class completely unaware that I was still in her room.

That reminded me. I pulled out my phone, checking to make sure she’d made it to her class okay.

Me: I missed you last night.

I stared at the text I’d just sent her, hoping that it came across as moreI’m hopelessly devoted to youthanI spent the night under your bed.

Parker sidled in. My man looking very well fucked. “I hope you have a really good explanation for last night.”

“The turntables have turned, QB,” I told him as I laid down on the bench. He was going to love where I’d been last night. Possibly.Probably.

“What does that even mean?” he asked.

Before I could respond, the door burst open. Matty stumbled in like he’d been in a bar fight with a tornado, his hair a mess. He plopped down on the bench, a weird, haunted look on his face. He hadn’t even looked this terrified when we had to help Parker dig up that old woman for his Sphinx trial.

“What happened to you?” Parker hissed. “I was all prepared to save your life, and then you never texted me back.”

“Why didn’t you just track him?” I asked, confused.

They both shot me a look, Matty’s a little less friendly than necessary.

“I don’t know, Jace. Maybe because I don’t have a tracker on him.”

“Only on Casey?” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He grinned and winked.

“Can we focus?” Matty hissed, poking me in the chest. I moved around my pectorals, and he scoffed.

“Just giving you something to aim for,” I said, coughing and pretending to add more weights as one of the coaches came in.

Parker casually grabbed some weights and started doing some lunges.

“I just want you to know that you’re going to owe me for the rest of my life,” Matty hissed, and he started spotting me.

“Dropping this bar on me is not going to make you feel better, my dude,” I told him as I pushed the bar up.

“I’m not sure about that,” he growled, and I shivered. Matty was definitely being spooky sexy right now. “She was a fucking lunatic.” He glanced around like she was hiding in a corner and was going to overhear our conversation.

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