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He shrugs, “It seemed like a good way to get in his head since he’s constantly fucking with my head.”
Oh my god.
“So you thought the perfect revenge was to tell him you fucked his sister?”
Reiss stands up, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
“Why didn’t she tell Landon about his friend? Sounds like he needs his ass kicked.”
Reiss shrugs, “I don’t know. The guy threatened her or something. I think she’s just trying to lay low until after Nationals, then she’s gonna tell him.”
“Does Landon know you hypothetically knocked up his sister?”
Reiss nods, “She told him last night. He lost it.”
“Is that how you got that cut above your eyebrow?” I ask.
He nods, “Yup.”
I sit my cup down loudly on the counter and he laughs a little, “Don’t go getting all pissed off. It’s handled.”
“Doesn’t look like it is,” I say, motioning to his busted up eyebrow. “Does he look worse than you?”
Reiss scoffs, “Nah, man. I didn’t hit him. I’m the real winner here. He thinks his sister hasmybaby inside her. His head is so fucked right now it’s not even funny.”
I’m actually kind of surprised that he’s even worried about Landon like he is. It’s not like Reiss to stoop down to his level and pull some shit like that right before a big race.
“What are you gonna do when your dad finds out?” I ask, knowing damn well that daddy Bane isn’t going to take to it nicely hearing his son has the Tate’s daughter knocked up.
He shrugs, “It’ll be fine. Mira begged Landon not to tell anyone yet.”
“Had me fooled,” I admit. “I thought you really liked her.”
His smile fades and he looks down, “I do like her. She’s not like Landon, I meant that.”
“You wanna sign up for step daddy duties?”
Reiss shakes his head, “Nah, man. I knew what it was before I told her I’d do this. It’s not like that but I do consider her one of my friends. I care about what happens to her and the baby.”
“She won’t tell you who the father is?” I ask, pushing for more.
“Nope, everytime I try to bring it up she shoots medown. Says it’s not important and that she’s over it. Whatever happened isn’t good, man. I know her well enough now to know that.”
Lincoln walks down the stairs with her hair basically dripping from the shower, a giant sweatshirt on that must be Reiss’ and the baggiest sweatpants I’ve ever seen.
“To know what?” She asks and Reiss looks at me, silently begging me not to worry her with his drama.
“Nothing,” I say. “Are you alright?”
She sits down on the couch and pretty much melts into the cushion. “Yeah, Stas is on her way here. We’re going to watch movies and bed rot all day.”
“That’s fair,” I say and Reiss follows it up with a sharp nod.
“If that jackass tries to reach out to you, I want you to tell me about it,” Reiss says. “I don’t think he will because he can’t talk but if he texts you or anything, I wanna know about it.”
She pulls her hands into the sleeves of Reiss’ sweatshirt, “Why can’t he talk?”
“Because Colson broke his jaw.” Reiss winces, “And it’s wired shut.”
