Page 128 of Revolve
Kian Ishida:That’s today?
Dylan Donovan:Ah shit, I’m tied up.
Cole Carter:When are you not tied up is the real question.
Sebastian Hayes:Now that we’re on the topic, I would like to take Eli’s old room.
Kian Ishida:We’re not on the topic.
Dylan Donovan:Quit complaining, Seb. Our shared wall is not that thin.
Sebastian Hayes:Trust me, it is.
Eli Westbrook:Just take my room.
Kian Ishida:No way! Don’t you fucking dare touch it. Take that back, Eli!
Sebastian Hayes:Sentimental dick.
Kian Ishida:
Aiden Crawford:Hello? Summer’s carnival. Don’t fucking miss it.
Kian Ishida:Aye aye, Captain.
Dylan Donovan:We know. She already threatened us with bodily harm if we forgot.
“You’ve seriously never been on a date before?” Sierra asks.
I help her out of the car. “Never.”
“Me neither,” she says, and I give her a look. “I mean, one of the classic dates. A carnival is the perfect one. I’ll even win you one of the stuffed animals.”
“I think I’m supposed to win it for you,” I say.
“Not if I beat you.” Then Sierra points to the Ferris wheel. “We have to go on that.”
“I support that,” Summer says, walking over to us. “The Ferris wheel is good luck.”
Kian slings arm over Summer’s shoulders. “Man, I love these carnivals. Last semester’s kissing booth was great,” he says.
“We didn’t have a kissing booth last year. We’ve never had one,” Summer points out.
“Really?” He scratches his head. “Huh.”
When we walk in, the first thing we see is Tyler Sampson sitting in the dunk tank. I bark out a laugh. “How’d you manage that?” I ask Summer. It’s mid-November, so no one volunteers for the tank.
“He deserved it, but oddly enough, he volunteered.” I’m guessing she found out about Amara and Sampson. He seems to be repenting for getting with her best friend.
His gaze is so intently fixed somewhere far away, he’s barely even fazed by the cold. Then Amara shows up with a dozen baseballs in a pail, and it all makes sense.
She strikes out. Eight times. “This shit is rigged!” she shouts.
Summer laughs and takes her turn but misses too. Amara groans in frustration.
“Looks like you’ll have to see me wet another time, sweetheart,” Sampson taunts.
“You’re not following through, Amara,” I offer. “Lift your elbow and engage your core.”
