Page 10 of A Fine Line

Jesus fucking Christ.

I force myself to wash my hands, annoyed with my idiotic thought process.

I grab my phone off the counter and send Darius and Matt a text message.

Tony: Is there a word for being hyper-focused on a single person?

Boy Scout: Depends. Is this person a man or a woman?

Tony: Opposite sex.

Nettie: Besotted.

Tony: Who the fuck added her to this chat?

Boy Scout: Don’t look at me.

Beast:It also technically wasn’t me.

Nettie: If you wanna get technical, I added myself.

*You removed Nettie from conversation*

Beast: Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Tony: She has no business interfering with our bromance time.

Boy Scout: Good luck, man.

*Beast added Nettie to conversation*

Nettie: Don’t fuck with me, Tony.

Tony: I’ll start a new chat, then.

Beast: I can assure you, she will continue to add herself.

Tony: And you don’t have a problem with this?

Beast: No.

Tony: Matt? Help me out here.

Boy Scout:No can do. It’s not like she’s not going to find out about everything we say anyway. This is actually less work.

Tony: What the fuck?

Nettie: Why do you feel you have to have secrets from me, Tony? What are you hiding?

Tony: *middle finger emoji*

Beast: That is definitely not going to get her to shut up about us.

Tony: *double middle finger emojis*

Boy Scout: You may want to rethink your strategy.

Beast: Matt’s right. And honestly, if you’re dealing with a woman, Antoinette is far more equipped to answer your questions.

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