Page 47 of For the Fans
“You mean the place, or your costume?” I take another sip from something. “’Cause they’re both pretty dope.”
Frankie is eyeing me in a way that feels sort of flirtatious, but I can’t be sure if she’s actually flirting or if it’s just her personality. Avi leans in and whispers something in her ear, seeming a bit tense with his smirk having vanished. But Frankie shushes him, then holds out the joint for me.
I shake my head. “Drug tests.”
“That sucks,” Avi grumbles, snatching the joint and smoking it himself.
“How about we give you the tour?” Frankie’s eyes sparkle, and she shoots another look at Avi, who’s practically scowling.
I have no idea what’s going on between them, but with the warmth of my rapid alcohol intake buzzing through my veins, I’m starting to think that maybe sheisflirting with me, and it’s making Avi jealous.
And so, for that reason only, I give her a charming grin and nod, allowing her to take me by the arm.If pissing Avi off is aside-effect of me being here, then maybe this party won’t be so bad.
Frankie shows me around her place, which is very nice. I’m surprised by it, because I’ve never known her to be very wealthy, and there’s no conceivable way this place isn’t costing at least a few thousand a month. Brookline is absolutelynotcheap, and I find myself wondering how she could afford an apartment like this as a full-time student with no job—at least not one that I’m aware of.
Maybe she came into an inheritance or something…
Either way, it’s none of my business. I’m just sipping from my cup while she drags me all around, and the booze is working to dull my hyperawareness because it takes me far too long to notice that she has Avi on her other arm. Before I can break away to go mingle with someone who isn’t so attached to my stepbrother, she yanks us both into her bedroom.
Avi meanders over to her bed and plops down like he owns the place, stubbing his roach out in an ashtray on her nightstand. My bemused glare is on him as he sprawls out, gazing up at the ceiling.
Okay… they’re definitely boning. Not that I care, but he seems to be pretty comfortable in her bed.
“This is where the magic happens,” Frankie sighs, finally releasing my arm and wandering through the open space of her bedroom.
“Magic.” Avi chuckles sarcastically, shaking his head.
“Alright, well… thanks for the tour.” I back up slowly. “But I’m gonna go… anywhere but here.”
Before I can reach for the doorknob, Frankie steps up to me again and takes my hand. “Kyran… There’s something I want to ask you. And before I do, I just need to make sure you know to keep an open mind…”
Avi laughs, then mutters, “This is an epically bad idea…” He aims an accusatory look at Frankie. “One of your worst.”
“Shut up, please, Aviel,” she sings, then glances back at me.
“Why do I feel like I’m about to be kidnapped and sold into sex slavery…” My eyes are wide as they move in between the two of them, tension working into my buzz.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Avi scoffs, and Frankie holds her hand up to him.
“Okay, so here’s the deal,” she starts; the angel-demon standing before me. “I have a nice little hustle going on via a website you may have heard of called OnlyFans…”
Oh God, here we go…
“My standard content is just me alone, but recently my fans have been asking for me to collab. More specifically, they want to see me with two guys. And I figured, since you’re, ya know… beautiful and all… maybe you might be interested—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” I snatch my hand away from her. “If what you’re suggesting has anything at all to do with the three of us in this room, I’m afraid I’ll have to politely decline.”
“Told you,” Avi mutters while throwing a hacky sack up into the air and catching it over and over.
Wait… what??I step forward, glaring at him. “Youknewshe was going to ask this?? What kind of freak are you?!”
“Alright, let’s just chill out.” Frankie rests her palm on my chest while Avi makes a motion in the air with his hand as if to say,See? Do youseehow unreasonable he is?
“No, wait. You invited me to this party because you wanted me to have a threesome with you and your girlfriend??” I cackle at him incredulously.
Avi freezes, his eyes flinging in my direction as he sits up fast. “Excuse me…Girlfriend??”
Frankie snorts. “No, no. Nogirlfriend.”
