Page 34 of Love Bleeds Red
“Oh yeah. The first time I ate three of those wings, I stayed home sick from school the next day. I’ve grown a tolerance to them though.”
Another groan. “Why didn’t anyone warn me?”
“Because watching people discover Mom’s wings is like a family sport. Jasper threw up in the yard when he was fifteen.”
“That... actually makes me feel better.”
“Just stay hydrated. And maybe avoid heavy food for a while.”
“Noted. God, this is so embarrassing.”
“Could be worse. At least you made it to the bathroom. One time, Damon?—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence.”
When Leon finally came out, he looked like he’d been through war. Pale, sweaty, completely mortified. He kept apologizing and trying to leave, but Mom insisted on making him toast and giving him vanilla ice cream.
He avoided my eyes the rest of the night… which I totally understand. But that night, after we had cake and everyone went their separate ways, he texted me. I guess he got my number from Jasper.
Leon:I think your mum’s wings taught me the true meaning of humility. Thank you for not letting me die alone in there. And maybe one day when I can look you all in the eye again you can tell me the rest of the Damon story. I need some blackmail… He’s being a proper ass.
My face lit all the way up.
Me:You’re welcome. And I’m always happy to provide blackmail material… just say when.
Leon:Perfect. Well, goodnight, Bailey. May I live to see another day.
Me:I believe in you. Although, I may have to save your number under Wing Survivor. Goodnight, Leon.
Leon:Honestly, your mum could use those wings to torture military secrets from enemies of the state. She has a future in… what is it called? The CIA?
I was laughing out loud.
Me:I’ll let her know she has some new career options.
Leon:I’m officially scared of your dad now. How many did he eat? 12?
Me:Try 15. He’s not human. We’ve all accepted it.
Leon:Christ. I’m never eating at your house again without a gallon of milk and a priest on standby.
Me:Don’t be dramatic, you survived. The toilet might not have… but you’re still standing.
Leon:Your mum was trying to kill me.
Me:Nah… we just weed out the weak ones. Congrats, you’ve passed.
Leon:Thanks? Should I feel proud?
Me:Oh totally. I’m extremely proud.
Leon:Well, in that case, I’ll put up with Damon’s ridicule. At least you’re proud of me.
Me:Tell him “Fourth of July” and he’ll stop.
Leon:The blackmail?
Me:Yup… and it’s a good one.
