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“No need. That chick is everyfuckingthing.” I turn to watch him flop onto his bed. He gestures to my bed. “We did it there last night. Watch out for the wet spot.” I toss a pencil at him and he ducks.
I smile. “So, we’re all domesticated and shit now?”
I haven’t left Lizzie’s side in two weeks. Her dad went apeshit over Thumper. He tried to pull her, then threatened to shut the program down. Her mom calmed his shit down, thank fuck. I don’t know what I would’ve done. Probably followed her to California.
Tony sips again. “Gotta hydrate, gorgeous is meeting me here in twenty. So, finish up your school shit there, Danny Boy.” Tony loves my football nickname. The crowd sings “Danny Boy” at the other team when I play. It’s kinda poetic, now that the name Danny has a whole other level of meaning for me. Tony rolls his hand in front of him, as if that will hurry me along.
I laugh, grab a couple of shirts and jeans, and shove them in my bag to head to Lizzie’s room. We haven’t spent a night apart since the museum incident. Then I close my laptop.
“Halt!”
I stop and turn to my king. “Yes, my liege?”
He bounds off his bed and gets in my face. “Have you not fucked Lizzie because you love her? Are you a boy in love with that feisty fair maiden?”
“You knighted her.”
“So I did. A feisty knight, then? Answer the question.”
I inhale and exhale. Then I say, “Yeah, I do. And yes, I texted your brother.”
Where Tony’s the good time guy, his older brother is ride or die steady. Neither of them are fucked-up about their parents’ money and are like family to me.
Tony puts his arm on my shoulder. “You should have told me first. I’m better looking than him.” He flashes his eyebrows.
“Fuck off. You were buried in Makenzie, wasn’t time to catch you up.”
He leaps on the bed and bounces up and down. He runs his hand over his shorn platinum hair and smirks. “Get out. She’ll be here soon and she’ll want polite chit-chat with you. I can’t have that. I have a plan. Let’s grab dinner on the parents tomorrow after my daily ravaging of my favorite witch.”
I shrug and say, “I’ll ask her.”
“You don’t ask. You do.” I glare at him. “Ok. If you’re still trying to get some, maybe don’t make too many demands that don’t involve stripping her.”
I take a stance with him and he puts his hands up.
“I apologize. No more talking about Lizzie’s privates.”
“Dude, I fucking swear I’ll kill you.”
His demeanor shifts. His voice is softer and reflects his brother’s a bit instead of bold, brash Tony. “Sorry, man. Seriously. You’re hung up.”
“I’m going to ask her to follow me to BC today.” I’ve thought about it a lot. I don’t think we’ll survive long distance and I’m committed to Boston. She shouldn’t say yes, but I hope she will.
“We’ll all be in Boston. Huzzah! Makenzie thinks she might head to Northeastern.” He pulls me into a hug.
“Whoa, dude. Like to be with you?”
“Nah. It’s not like that. She was thinking of going there anyway. She knows we’re not, you know.”
“No, what?”
“Like you and Lizzie. Or Colton and Maggie.” I get it. I mean, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with Lizzie, but Colton and Maggie are another level of mushy love.
Tony blows me off a bit. “And, like, I have to dig into all the family shit. Not like I have time for anything other than a good time after this. She knows. I think she knows. It’ll be fine. Maybe we’ll hook up in Boston.” The player doesn’t want to admit he actually likes a girl. Nice. But there is a lot of pressure on him, so I get it.
Tony’s destiny is his father’s communications company. But I want to take art, finance, and marketing shit, so I can get a job after football. Or who the hell knows, maybe I’ll be like Brady. Lizzie and I can retire when we’re forty. Holy shit. I had a non-sexual fantasy. A domestic wicked whipped one.
I wave and flip Tony off and head out. As the door closes I hear him singing, “She’ll be coming round my cock, when she comes. She’ll be coming round my cock…”
