Page 84 of For the Fans
I peer at Micah.Well, I guess he didn’t see me also emerging from said bedroom, so I guess that’s a good thing.
“I thought he was dating that cheerleader girl.” Micah sips from his cup. “Lexi something…”
“They’re not together,” I blurt out, and he cocks an eyebrow at me. “I mean, likeofficially. I don’t think…”
What the hell is wrong with me??
And where the hell is Zeb with that drink?
A moment later, Zeb traipses over with his arm extended to hand me the cup. “I made you a double.”
Snatching it, I drink it fast, ignoring the severe burn.
“Actually, maybe more of a triple…” he hums. “Go easy, hot stuff. There are like five different kinds of booze in there.”
“Mhm…” I mutter, tuning him out as my focus draws back to Kyran and Frankie like it’s magnetized.
Frankie looks up and spots me, grinning deviously as she waves me over. I shake my head at her, but she narrows her gaze, giving me one of her insistent looks. Ignoring my better judgement, I mumble to Micah and Zeb that I’llbe right back, making my way across the room while trying to move as casually as possible.
Kyran doesn’t notice me until I’m standing right in front of him. But when he does, his face drops and even pales a little, like he’s just seen a ghost whose cum he swallowed.
“Bae!” Frankie squeals, grabbing my hand and yanking me until I stumble down onto the couch. And because she’s pure evil, she moves over just in time so that I end up wedged between her and Kyran. “Bae’s here!”
Kyran scoots away from me, clearing his throat and gazing into his cup. I peek at him, our eyes locking for a split second before he goes back to searching his drink for an escape from this awkward situation.
“Hey…” I grumble to Kyran while I lean away from him, into Frankie’s side. My eyebrow arches suspiciously at her. “What’s going on, bestie?”
“Oh, nothing,” she sings, resting her head on my shoulder. “We were just chatting.”
“About what?” I ask her in a hushed growl. She smirks and winks at me, but doesn’t answer.
This girl is testing me today.
“What are you doing here, Avi?” Kyran grunts from my right, and I turn to face him.
He’s showing off his typical scowl. Because clearly awkwardness is nothing compared to his distaste for my presence.
“Well, Kyran, judging by all the people, booze, and music, I’m gonna say… I’m here to do everyone’s taxes.” I roll my eyes and sip my drink while Frankie giggles.
“Listen, smartass,” he hisses, not amused in the slightest by my wit. “There are a million other parties you could go to. You don’t need to come to the ones hosted bymyfriends.”
I scoff. “Don’t be such a whiny douche. My friends are here, too. My friends arecanoodlingwith your friends.” I gesture to Bea and Theo, who are visibly flirting a few feet away. “So why don’t you just chill out, hm?”
“If you tell me tochill outone more time…” Kyran snarls, inching in closer like a rabid wolf about to pounce.
“This is exactly what I was waiting for,” Frankie hums, and we both glare at her. She’s grinning wickedly, watching us with wide, sparkling eyes and extreme interest.
“Whatever.” I stand up, tugging Frankie with me by her arm. “I don’t need to sit here and listen to your pity party. Theactualparty is much more fun.”
Dragging Frankie away, I swallow the rest of what’s in my cup, my neck and face all hot from the booze and the frustrationKyran carries around with him like an airborne toxin. I can definitely feel the effects of the drinks making me a little swimmy, but I push past it and march over to Zeb, demanding another one of his lethal cocktails.
I’m gonna need it with Grouchy McAsshole over there glaring at me all night.
“Why were you sitting with him??” I ask Frankie in a hushed, accusatory tone. “You know he hates me, and any time we’re within a few feet of each other, it’s the opposite of a good time.”
“Oh, you mean like theterribletimes you guys have recorded for your OnlyFans?” She slants her head, wearing a knowing smirk.
My eyes widen and bounce around to make sure no one heard. Which, once again, they didn’t.
