Ouch.
“Lake, tell her we are friends now. Remember? BFFs? Art?”
“Lake, is this true?” Sheldon asked, accusingly, with her hands on her hips.
“Uh –”
“Obviously not,” Sheldon sniffed.
“Obviously she likes me better and just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
Keiran approached with our shoes but they continued to bicker over me and didn’t notice. I eyed him for help but he merely smirked and sat down to change out shoes. I watched him pull off his hoodie, revealing the plain grey shirt that molded to his skin and instantly salivated. No one should be that hot.
“My body’s hotter. And I have better hair. Your hair is stringy.”
“Stringy? You mean like your dick?”
“You weren’t saying that last night when you came all over it.”
That’s my cue to leave.
I walked over to where Keiran was and sat next to him. “Do they always argue like that?”
“They aren’t arguing. That’s just them. When they argue, they break up.”
“Just like that?”
He shrugged. “It’s normal for them. They once broke up for an hour before they were back under each other.”
“Some would say it’s unhealthy.”
“Probably. But their relationship is theirs, not someone else’s.”
“Is that how you feel about us?” What are you saying Lake? Not. A. Relationship!
“Yes,” he said without hesitation and grinned, catching my slip. “No one else’s opinion will never matter to me about us. Only yours.” He turned his head to stare at me until I nodded my understanding and then went began setting up the game.
I looked over at Keenan and Sheldon who were for sure making out now. He practically had her laid across the tabletop as he groped her. I would never understand those two, but then it wasn’t for me to understand. We stood up to start playing the first round when I heard my name called.
“Lake?” I swiveled to face the sound of the familiar voice at my back.
“Hey Willow. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, uh –” she gestured to a guy with dull brown hair and square-framed glasses standing behind her. He was of average height and wearing khaki pants with a dark brown collared shirt. He was cute but shockingly plain and so not Willow.
“Hi, I’m Thomas.” He moved forward to shake my hand but when I reached out to grab his, I was moved away. Keiran placed me behind him with a scowl on his face before I could shake his hand. I glared at his back and then peeked around him to mouth sorry to Willow and her date.
“Who’s the square?” I heard Keenan ask as he released Sheldon and moved forward. He blatantly looked the guy up and down, challengingly with a sneer on his face.
“Really, Wills? You couldn’t do better?” he directed at Willow.
“It’s not your business, Keenan.”
“You’re right. You’re Dash’s business. I’ll let him handle that.” He nodded once and stepped back to perch himself on a nearby table. Everyone turned their focus back on Willow and Thomas however I watched Keenan pull out his cellphone. I immediately became suspicious at the sneaky look on his face.
“Hi, Thomas. I’m Sheldon. Do you –”
“Don’t get that ass spanked, babe.” Keenan warned, never taking his eyes off his phone. His fingers moved over his keyboard swiftly. When he finished, he pocketed his phone and made eye contact with Keiran and nodded. Keiran nodded back and ended their silent communication.
They were up to something.
It became really awkward, the air filling with tension since the guys wouldn’t let us speak to Thomas and they continued to glare at him. She finally pulled him away with a promise to talk to Sheldon and me later.
“Don’t go too far Wills. I have something on the way for you,” Keenan called. I saw Willow’s back stiffen as she continued to walk away. There was a gleam in Keiran and Keenan’s eyes.