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He shrugs. “Rather spend some time with an old friend.”
My chest warms.
Aside from the night at the skatepark, Saint and I haven’t really spoken one-on-one.
I smile. “Yeah, okay then. Give me twenty minutes? I need to shower.”
He smirks and pushes off the door. “Well I didn’t want to say anything about the smell but....”
I snatch a pillow off the bed and send it flying towards him as he slips out the doorway.
His laughter bounds through the room before he shouts, “Meet you downstairs in fifteen.”
Wind whips my damp hair, plastering it to the side of my face.
I twist my knees and roll to a stop, before kicking the board into my hand.
Saint whips past me.
A wide grin sits on his face, eyes bright and glittering. I haven’t seen him quite so free since I’ve been here. There’s always something lingering around him. A shadow weighing him down. But not today.
I twist my hair into a braid and secure it with a bobble before tugging my hood up. Then, I drop my board, plant my foot on the base, and kick off.
“You’re getting slow in your old age,” Saint says when I catch up to him.
Given the mid-day hour, the park is quiet, with only a few people milling about in the grass.
“Why do you come out here?” I ask him, tilting my head as he jumps up onto the half-pipe. “Aren’t you asking for a riot from the fans if they see you?”
Saint peeks at me from the shield of his cap.
“Sometimes, sure. But mostly people just leave you to it. Cole gets it more than any of us. Something about the whole pretty boy singer thing.” His lips tug up smugly. “The ladies flock to him.”
I snort. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Is it working?”
“Absolutely not.” I chuckle. “I’ve never been the jealous type, you know that.”
“Yeah. Never could figure that out with you two.”
"What do you mean?”
“You never worried about each other,” he says, fingers drumming along the metal. “Girls were all over him in sixth form and especially after when he started getting inked, but you never cared.”
I rock my board beneath my feet. “I never had to. I always knew he was mine. No doubts about it.”
“And now?”
“And now.” I give him a flat look. “We aren’t a thing, so.”
“You trying to convince me or yourself?”
“Don’t you have your own relationship to worry about?”
“My relationship is old news, Rix.” He tugs a metal tin from his pocket and plucks a joint out. “Your relationship on the other hand…”
“Is non-existent.” I step off my board and hand it to Saint, before jumping up onto the metal beside him. I stuff my hands in hoodie pocket and twirl the ring around my middle finger. “Did you ever think we’d end up here again?”
