Page 6 of Your Only Fan
We used to hang out twice, three times a week, but since they’d gotten engaged, our time together had been cut down to once a week, if we even saw each other at all.
“I’m busy with work,” he tells me on the regular to cover up for the fact that Makayla hates my guts while also not acknowledging the fact that we work in the same department and I know his workload and his schedule very well.
But, Linc loves Makayla, and I’m not going to be the one to come between them, so I keep my mouth shut.
“Okay. I’ll make the bed,” I tell him and stumble to the guest room. It’s already made.
Linc crawls up behind me and slaps my butt with quite the force, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make me hiss. He knows it gets me riled up and yet he loves doing it and laughing at my expense. Great friend he is!
“There you go, dickhead. Go to bed and dream of fucking faggots. You’re safe from Makayla here. She won’t disturb you.” I laugh as he rolls his eyes.
Two can play that game.
My phone buzzes and I take it out of the pocket of my sweatpants.
YourFan - Ezra Dixon sent you a message: “Hey gorgeous, Check out my…” the screen read, followed by another notification.
YourFan - Ezra Dixon sent you a link. Tap here to open.
“I know that look. Is that your boyfriend?” Linc says, standing at the end of the bed with his own phone out.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I grimace.
“Oh of course not. That would require you talking to him, and you’re perfectly happy stalking him online and sniffing his undies,” he says.
I purse my lips and cross my arms. “I hate that you know me so well.”
“Comes with the job,” he says.
“Are you trying to tell me I’m hard work?”
“You are and you know it, sweetheart. You get yourself worked up, and you are too shy to do anything about it, so you end up admiring from afar and wishing you had the balls to do something about it until you meet the next object of your obsession and we start from scratch again,” he says walking up to me.
“Hey!” I object, but he’s not wrong.
“I don’t get why you never fall for any of the guys you date.”
“I don’t date. I fuck,” I correct him.
“Don’t get me started on that. You’re not going to find Mr. Right hooking up. You’ve got to put the work in. Look at me and Makayla. We’re not perfect, but we’re in love, and we’re constantly working onus. You’re never going to get what she and I have if you don’t try.”
Note to self: What Linc and Makayla have is basically Linc being head over heels for her and Makayla adding to his list of forbidden things while she’s independent and free to do as she pleases.
“I know. I know. I’ll get over him. I promise,” I say.
Linc brings his hands forward and takes mine, looking into my eyes.
“You don’t have to promisemeanything. You have to promise yourself.”
“I am,” I lie.
“Tell me. What are you doing to get over him? Have you unsubscribed from his page?” I shake my head. “Have you stopped outbidding everyone on his underwear?” I shake my head again. “Have you told him how you feel?”
My eyes almost fall off their sockets at the suggestion.
“Are you crazy? We’re not allowed to date students.”
Linc sighs and tightens his eyes.
