Page 221 of For the Fans
My eyes fall back down to the field, where a reporter is interviewing Kyran. He looks so happy. AndI’mhappy that he’s happy.So I guess that’s all that matters.
“So, what’s up?” Bridget asks. “You wanna go wait for him?”
Watching Kyran, I shake my head. “Nah, he’s doing his thing right now. We can go back to the hotel. That’s where the party is happening, anyway.”
Bridget nods, and we fight the psychotic body traffic out of the stadium until we reach the even more ridiculous car traffic. It takes us a bazillion years to get back to the hotel, and by the time we’re there, I really need a freaking drink.
“Let’s go to the bar,” Bridget says as we walk inside.
“I’m only twenty,” I mumble.
“Ugh, God. I forgot you’re both fetuses,” she scoffs.
I laugh and shake my head. “There’s a minibar in my room.”
Up in my hotel room, we crack open a bottle of tequila and pour two shots to celebrate the BC Eagles being big, fancy NCAA Division I Champions.
“I’m so fucking proud of him…” I breathe as the liquor burns its way down my throat.
“I can see that.” Bridget grins. “You looked like you were gonna die when the ball was in the air that last time.”
I chuckle. “It’s just… I don’t know. Watching him play this entire season, while everything else has been going on between us… I feel like I’ve been a part of it, ya know?” I shake my head, fiddling with my chipped nail polish. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
“Youarea part of it, Avi,” she says, and I glance up. “You’re the mascot.” I huff, but she pins me with a look. “I’m serious. I know it seems like a goofy thing, but you were there pumping them up, rooting for them. Rooting forhim.”
I purse my lips. “It was just fun to be included.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said your name came up every time we talked.” She smirks. “Any time I’d call him after a game, he’d be like,‘And Avi was over there doing the Gangnam Style dance…’”
I laugh out loud while she snickers.
“Dead ass. I didn’t want to piss him off by saying anything, but it was super obvious he never stopped paying attention to you.”
“It was impossible for me to hate him…” I murmur truthfully while she pours two more shots. “Believe me, I tried. He was a real jerk to me at times…”
“I believe it.”
“But underneath it, I always just wanted him to like me. And the high of getting someone like him interested in someone like me was unlike anything…”
“Avi, who are you kidding? You know you’re perfect for him,” she says.
“I don’tknowthat…”
“Yes, you do. Trust me. I’ve only known you for a day, and I can see it. I saw it last night the second you two walked in and sat down next to each other, like there was no possiblewayyou could be apart. You’re exactly what my brother needs. Someone supportive and patient, who’s gonna love him no matter what. Someone who calls him on his bullshit and loves the stubborn out of him.”
We take our shots, and she breathes out slowly. “But mostly, someone who will stay by his side. He doesn’t need to be abandoned any more…”
“Bridget, he doesn’t hold that against you,” I tell her, and her deep amber eyes slink to mine. In this light, you can see so much of Tom in her.
“Butyoudo…” she whispers.
My jaw tightens, but I shake my head. “It’s not my place.”
“Bullshit. You’re family. And now, you’re also Kyran’s partner. Itisyour place to be pissed off on his behalf.”
I slump back in my chair and sigh. “I guess it’s just that I don’t understand why you left. I don’t get the whole thing… I don’t understand why Kyran is so convinced your family split up because of him.”
Bridget’s eyes set on the marble island between us as she mumbles, “It wasn’t his fault…”
