Page 24 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Who said it was?” Ace inquires while Damien pulls back to add, “I’ll give them something to be pucking childish about.”

She laughs at his seriousness.

“We kept saying it ‘cause O’Riley can’t stop saying that shit, so we’re doomed,” Wolfgang acknowledges. “Gotta make our boy sound good, even though he can’t impress a single chick.”

“Oh, yeah,” Ace states and whistles. “Only Mkaykay can be impressed by our fierce leader.”

“Puck off!” I curse them as they all laugh.

“Mikayla! Were you going to stay longer?” Damien asks. “Wanna stay for a bit more drinks?”

“Well…” She’s looking back at the bar, and I know why.

“If you’re looking for Mack, I saw Wyatt talking with her when Jayce was over here.”

The mention of Wyatt has her grinning like a fool.

She knows her bestie ain’t going home with her.

“Then I’m down for drinks, but one of you gotta bring me home if I get Mary-had-a-little-lamb shit-faced.”

“Mary had a what?” Ace is laughing. “You mean drunk?”

“Ugh. Let’s just say my dad had to listen to my drunk ass singing while attempting to get to the attic.”

I can most definitely imagine that.

So can the others.

Which is why we’re laughing so hard, people are looking at us from all over.

“Ugh! Stop!” Mkaykay whines, and it’s bloody adorable.

I missed this.

Missed all of us in one fucking place.

Today is a damn miracle.

“C’mon, Mishka. We’re getting you Mary-had-a-little-lamb drunk and to the karaoke bar to hear you live in action!” Wolfgang declares, and I know he’ll keep his word.

Who am I to pucking complain? I wanna see that shit, front and center.

The Fear Of Losing What Is Already Lost

~MIKAYLA~

“I LOVE THIS TRICYCLE!” I cheer with pride as I attempt to hug the massive thing.

Okay. I’m drunk.

Nope.

You never admit you’re drunk when you’re actually drunk.

So, I’m tipsy.

Really tipsy.

---