Page 45 of What If I Hate You
I told you. I kissed her.
Bodhi
That’s not what Ledger’s face says right now.
Griffin
Can confirm. Ledger is making that “Bear did something really bad” face.
Harrison
Spill it, Bear. If you don’t, we’ll just tell Rivers you confessed your love on the flight.
Me
You wouldn’t dare.
Ledger
Try us.
Bodhi
We’re bored and there’s no movie to watch, man. It’s you or another round of hypothetical dog fights.
August
What’s it gonna be?
I look up. Every single one of those psychos is watching me through the seat gaps, waiting. I could try to lie, but if there’s one thing my teammates know how to do, it’s sniff out bullshit. I sigh, stuff the phone under my thigh, and stare at the window.
Two seconds later, Harrison elbows me in the ribs. “C’mon, man. The plane’s gonna land before you even admit you like her.”
I glare at him and unlock my phone with a sigh. The team chat is still going, now with bonus memes of cartoon bears humping mailboxes and, inexplicably, a video of a raccoon washing its hands in a dog bowl.
Bodhi
Bear, blink twice if she let you eat her out in the janitor’s closet.
August
Bet it was in the penalty box.
Griffin
What are the odds Bear doesn’t last through pregame next week before he blows his load?
Oliver
Honestly shocked Rivers survived.
Ledger
Respect. But also, gross.
Bodhi
Come on, Bear, did Rivers come? Or did she just pretend?
