Page 26 of For the Fans
“No, seriously!” Zeb slaps his hands together. “It would be so cute! Avi the Eagle.”
I shake my head. “You’re certifiable.”
“He has a point!” Frankie says animatedly. And now I’m growing even more horrified. “Then you could come to games with us!”
“Okay, I’m starting to think you’re not joking… and it’s worrying me.” I give them my most bewildered look.
“I’m not joking.” Zeb grins deviously.
“Neither am I,” Frankie adds, stepping over and shoving the paper in my face. “I’m sure it would be so much fun. And you’d practically be part of the team.”
“I don’twantto be part of the team,” I grumble, eyeing her like she’s lost her marbles.
She cocks her head. “Why… Because of Kyran?”
“No,” I scoff, then chew on my lower lip for a moment. “Notonlybecause of him. I just don’t want to waste my Friday nights prancing around dressed like an eagle. I didn’t think I’d need to explain that to you, but apparently, you guys don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”
They both laugh. “Come on, Avi!” Zeb sighs. “You should consider doing something other than fucking off in class and smoking weed.”
“Hey, that’s not fair!” I frown. “Ialsolike to get drunk.” He shakes his head. “And I draw. That’s what I do in my free time, and I like it that way.” Frankie and Zeb share a look, to which I roll my eyes. “And I just don’t think I should willfully invite another reason for Kyran to start shit with me. He hates me enough as it is…”
Frankie rubs my arm. “Don’t let your evil stepbrother stand in the way of your happiness, Av.”
Another laugh trickles. “You think wearing an eagle costume at football games ishappiness??”
“I’m just saying…” She giggles. “It would be something new and fun for you to do.”
Looking over the flyer, I grin at the picture of Baldwin the Eagle. It’s fully ridiculous. But I can’t deny that its goofiness is sort of endearing.
“And… just think of how much more you could mess with Kyran…” Frankie sings in my ear.
“Yea!” Zeb cheers, still wearing his wicked smirk. “Superstar quarterback boy needs to be taken down a peg.”
My eyes flit up to his, and my lips curl.
He has a point.
It’s our last night in the dorms before summer break.
Freshman year at BC is officially in the books, and I’m excited to report that I survived. Dare I say, I evenenjoyedmyself.
We’re all hanging out in Frankie’s dorm room, smoking some kush, sipping some Rosé, and helping her pack up the last of her stuff. When I first got here, I thought I’d be anxious as hell to get home for summer break, to see Mom and get away from all the schooling and whatnot. But now that the time has come, I’m actually kind of bummed. I’m gonna miss living here, with all my awesome new friends. Being able to see them whenever I want, shooting the shit in between classes, having lunch together every day.
I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait for fall so I can get back here.
“Ohhh, snap!” Zeb shouts, jumping up onto the table. “Roomie alert!”
He’s holding his phone up and pointing to Micah.
Mic’s face lights up. “No way! Really? We got it??”
“Yea, baby!” Zeb is shimmying around while Micah stands up and starts doing the robot. “We’re in Welch. Third floor.”
“Ooh, that’s a good floor,” Bea chimes in while stuffing a bunch of books into a box. “I made out with two redheads on that floor. A girlanda guy.”
“At the same time?” I ask through a grin, and she winks at me.
Bea is a super chill girl. She’s Frankie’s roommate, and totally gorgeous. Fair skin, dark hair that’s long and curly and always smells incredible. We made out once when we first met. We were drunk, and it was fun, but we both agreed not to do it again because we didn’t want to make things weird. At this point, I’m trying to keep my dick away from people inside my friend group.
