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Ktytor: Cool. I have to with mine too.
It was a lie. They don’t give a fuck what I do. They are used to my nonsocial ways. The last thing I want to do is go out after theweek I’ve had. All I want to do is spend the night with him, but it’ll keep my team from being suspicious, so I go out.
All night, my mind keeps going back to him. I want to talk to him. I’ve never been like this, and it’s weirding me out. Being attracted to men is an easier thing to handle. Wanting to talk to someone all the time and getting giddy is just rude. This is not how my normal brain is, and I don’t know how to process it.
“You seem a little down.” Happy puts another drink in my hand.
I lift it to sniff.
“It’s vodka. I’m not an idiot.”
“I have to make sure you’re not trying to poison my system with some inferior alcohol.”
Happy rolls his eyes. “We won. You should be happy.”
“I am happy.”
“Did you guys see who the fuck is at the bar across the street?” Grumpy says, making me look over.
“Who?”
“The fucking Gods team,” Grumpy spits out.
What are the odds?
Sleepy joins the conversation.“We should go over there.”
“We should,” Grumpy agrees.
All these idiots are plastered. This is the worst idea, but I’m not about to look like I’m defending them. What the fuck can I say?
“And do what? I’d prefer not to get kicked out of the Myth League for misconduct.”
“I’m not gonna start a fight.” Grumpy stands up. “I’m just going to see what they’re up to. And there’s no good puck bunnies over here anyway.”
“Whatever. Do what you will.” But I get up because I know I can’t let them go alone, and a part of me wants to see Seaborn, so I follow them out.
We make it across the street without anyone getting hit by a car, which is more of a challenge than I’d have thought. We almost lose Bashful to a parked car.
Once inside the bar, we look around. I don’t see Seaborn right away, but it’s clearly the Gods team, and there are a lot of girls all over them. This whole situation is a powder keg.
I glance around for Seaborn.
He’s in the back corner with a girl on either fucking side of him.
It shouldn’t infuriate me, but it does.
I tell myself to leave.
I can’t.
I remind myself he’s not mine.
TWENTY-SIX
SEABORN
Ktytor: We don’t have to meet up tonight.
